"If you doubt the world, will misfortune descend?" Chen Ge shook his head gently. "The few scattered memories left in my mind tell me that even simply being alive means suffering from misfortune and despair."
"It's not the same." Zuo Han touched the wound over his Left Eye. New flesh seemed to be growing, making it itch a little. "Your memories from before may have come from reality, and reality has always been cruel. But everything you're experiencing now feels more like a dream—a dream you can never wake from."
"Ever since I woke up in the hospital, I haven't dreamed at night. In that sense, your theory does make some sense." Chen Ge poured Zuo Han a glass of water, but Zuo Han wouldn't even touch it. He was extremely cautious.
"Your body recovered quickly, and your eyes have grown gentler. I know you understand a lot of things, but you're unwilling to admit them now. You've found something good and tasted happiness, so you don't want to destroy it with your own hands." Zuo Han was not only smart, but exceptionally perceptive. From Chen Ge's expressions and tone of voice, he had picked up on a great deal.
Chen Ge didn't answer. He was always asking himself the same questions, but he still had no answers.
"If this is just a dream, then doubt will bring misfortune and tear apart everything good. But even if I wake up in the end, won't I still have to return to an even crueler reality?"
"The happiness here is fake." Zuo Han stood up and looked at Chen Ge with great seriousness. "What exactly have you been through over this past month? You weren't like this in the hospital ward. Back then, you felt like a Ghost hiding a heart bent