Earlier, caught in that atmosphere, Zhao Ji hadn't thought deeply about it. Now that she'd calmed down, even without thinking she knew Qiu Tu had done it on purpose at the start. But with how far things ended up going between them, maybe it just got out of hand afterwards.
Thinking about this, she couldn't help but start recalling her own subconscious.
Did she... really fail to see through this?
Thinking so, Zhao Ji's steps halted for a moment. She looked up, gazing at the sky.
The sky was scattered with endless stars, those were the fallen Heavenly Gods transformed. Wisps of white cloud floated quietly in the night, making this first night of two realms merging unusually beautiful.
The two realms fused, the real world collapsed, and the spiritual world grew stronger again. So everything was both wonderful, and false.
She watched the stars for a while in silence. Zhao Ji expressionlessly withdrew her gaze, silently murmuring in her heart,
