The air is just right, with the soft warmth of the sunshine draping over the body, accompanied by a gentle breeze that flutters the strands of hair dangling over the shoulders.
The weather is delightfully pleasant.
But Xiliu herself is unable to feel at ease.
She still doesn't know where this place is. She doesn't even know if this is reality or a dream.
If this were a dream, it would be too real; the cool touch of the breeze on her fingertips, the varying heights and dispersion of her hair when it fluttered, and the light and shadows under the cover of the clouds - these details had never been simulated in any dream she had had before. Moreover, the most important thing was that she was able to think deeply.
It looks just like reality, but it's only "like".
