"But Jianyi… please, don't look at me like that anymore. I'm here. I'm alive. And I want to be someone real to you."
Hearing those words, Qi Jianyi's heart pounded fiercely. Song Chengfeng had surprised her again and again today.
His usual cold demeanor had softened into something gentle, something almost tender. He'd spoken words she'd never expected to hear, things that made her question what she'd thought she understood.
And now, he'd touched on something she believed no one could ever notice. Ever since she'd woken up in this world, Qi Jianyi had occasionally found herself seeing everyone around her as… unreal.
Just characters in the written story she'd thought she had transmigrated into. Even when she began doubting if this world truly was a mere novel setting, she still couldn't fully accept the people around her as genuinely real.
Because if she did, if she embraced the idea that they were more than fictional, she felt like she'd lose something essential.
