He was still standing in this apartment.
Fu Tailan was split in two. Half of him was in the familiar apartment he'd lived in for two years, missing a person he'd just met.
The other half knew he was still seventeen years old, standing alone in a torrential downpour.
...'So I can't escape, even after realizing it's an Illusion?'
'This is a little strange.'
Fu Tailan closed his eyes and tried to feel his two hands separately. One was holding a doorknob, the other a machine gun.
He realized that if he didn't look, he couldn't even feel the shape of the doorknob... It had no weight, no temperature, no form or material.
'What color was it? What style? I can't remember a single thing. Even if it's an Illusion, I should be able to remember what it looked like within the Illusion, right?'
Likewise, he couldn't recall the details of Zhen Zi's face. 'What color were her eyes? Did she wear earrings? Did she have freckles?'
When he reached out for the memory, he grasped at nothing.
