Li Huowang rode his motorcycle slowly down the road with Yang Na on the back seat. He carefully freed one hand to hold on to Yang Na's, afraid she might fall off.
Yang Na hugged Li Huowang tightly, her long hair streaming in the breeze. "Huowang… where are we going?"
"Home."
"Home? Why are we going home? It's all fake, it's all a projection. I'm Wu Sheng's Mother now. I'm a Fate Commander just like you, a god of a world."
Hearing this, Li Huowang's heart lurched. At that moment, he finally understood the despair his mother must have felt when she knelt at the gates of his kindergarten all those years ago.
"Miaomiao, you're sick. It's all fake. It's all… Huan Jue."
"What about yours? Were the things you told me before Huan Jue too?"
Li Huowang's head began to throb. He felt as if two massive hands were grabbing his brain and viciously tearing at it, trying to crush it into paste. He clenched his fist and slammed it against his head a few times before finally nodding in agony.
