Didn't You Want to See the Real Sky?

Su Xun remembered taking Xiao Xiao's hand. He'd immediately realized he should let go, but then Xiao Xiao had clasped his hand in return and pulled him to his feet.

The force was so great he couldn't resist at all.

Su Xun stared blankly at Xiao Xiao.

He didn't know whether he should be angry.

But when he thought of how Xiao Xiao had saved both his mother and him, he couldn't bring himself to be angry.

A question that had flashed through his mind just moments ago suddenly came back to him, and he asked outright, "Are you someone I made up in my dream, or—"

He stopped abruptly.

It felt silly to ask someone in his dream whether they were real.

He reached out and touched Xiao Xiao's shoulder.

It was warm.

He wasn't sure whether people in dreams had warmth and breath, just like people in the real world.

It all felt far too real.

He felt his mind slipping into confusion.

He placed his hand over Xiao Xiao's left chest. Beneath his palm, Xiao Xiao's chest rose and fell slightly, and a strong heartbeat thudded against his hand.

Even a heartbeat?

Though Su Xun's question had cut off abruptly, Xiao Xiao understood what he'd wanted to ask.

He was about to answer, but when he saw what Su Xun did next, he raised an eyebrow and didn't speak right away.

He patiently let Su Xun check his temperature and heartbeat.

When Su Xun withdrew his hand, looking even more bewildered than before, Xiao Xiao couldn't help smiling. "Well? Can you tell whether I'm someone you created in your dream, or a real person?"

Su Xun pressed his lips together.

If the person before him was someone he'd created in his dream, then he