"Just push me down again..."
She said it lightly, yet it sent a pang through Qin Manjiang's heart, even though he had already lost his capacity for mercy.
"Don't joke about that..." Qin Manjiang frowned.
"You're smart, so you must have guessed long ago, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have come looking for me alone when everyone else had forgotten me."
Her voice finally became that of the younger sister he knew. It was no longer calm or cold, but exactly the same as when she used to call him her brother.
The river surged on without end, as though time, long settled, was flowing away with the waves.
"Tell me... why doesn't anyone want to stay here?" Qin Manyi murmured.
Sunlight broke through the thick clouds and fell across her face, its hue somewhat sickly pale.
Qin Manjiang suddenly realized that the sister before him had never seen real sunlight. No wonder this world was always gloomy, and even the little sunlight that finally emerged had such a strange hue.
After all, even with dreams connected and memories merged, sunlight was still difficult to recreate through imagination alone without having personally felt its warmth on one's face.
Qin Manjiang gave it serious thought before answering, "Of course some people do. They're even willing to give up all their wealth in the Real World to come here."
Qin Manyi shook her head, a trace of bewilderment flashing through her eyes. "I used to think the same as you. People in the Real World were all fighting to come to my world. Maybe... my world was actually better than the Real World?"
"But after a little more time passed, after three or five years, I became confused again. I could hear their thoughts. The first people who came to this world were