"I really can't tell... I really can't tell... I really can't tell."
Li Huowang knelt in the kindergarten courtyard, clutching the little girl tightly as he muttered to himself, his eyes filled with utter confusion.
Was this reality or an illusion, true or false? At that moment, Li Huowang simply couldn't distinguish between them.
When Master Jingxin had said that every Xinsu was filled with confusion, Li Huowang had argued against it. But it was only when he saw Sun Xiaoqin kneeling toward him from behind the fence that he understood the true meaning of Master Jingxin's words. A Xinsu was a Xinsu. No matter which side they chose as reality, they were always shrouded in confusion. It was the fate of a Xinsu, one that no one could escape.
Just then, a small hand holding a little handkerchief reached up from within Li Huowang's embrace and gently wiped the tears from his face.
