Zhou Yijie was dumbfounded by the question. After a while, he replied with a very serious expression: "There is love, but it's not all about love. In that Illusion Realm, everything was so chaotic, human lives were worth even less than grass, more of it… might have been war!"
"Later on, you married me, and during your pregnancy, you lost the child due to a chronic illness left by years of war. That time, you were heartbroken and cried in my arms all night. I told you not to take these things too seriously, that it was all just illusions…"
"At the time, you felt I was a bit different from others, so you asked me, do I love you?"
"..."
"What do you mean different?" Xiao Guo seized the key point, her eyes filled with emotion, and fragments of scattered images seemed to float in her mind, "Did you… did you really not love me back then?"
