âLanâer.â Si Mobai walked towards Feng Tianlan with quick steps. He looked at her with an ice-cold face and felt uneasy.
Feng Tianlanâs eyes instantly turned red. She raised her head and looked at Si Mobai. She bit her lower lip and said slowly, âMobaiâ¦â
She wanted to believe that he was indeed Mobai. She wanted to believe that this was true. However, what she was told was not true at all. Everything was fake.
âLanâer, your husband is here. What happened to you?â Si Mobai reached out his hand and wanted to hold her hand.
Feng Tianlan avoided his hand and looked up at him. She questioned him angrily, âWhy is everything fake? Why didnât you come back? Why did you create such a dream for me? Why?â
She was happy that he had returned. She married him happily and felt the anticipation, nervousness, and joy from the process. However, she slapped her hard and told her that everything was fake.
âThis is real. How can it be fake? Stop fooling around.â Si Mobai looked down at her bleeding hand and his expression changed. âLook, your hand is bleeding. You can feel the pain, so how can this be fake?â
âNansheng died a long time ago. He has been dead for a few years.â Feng Tianlan took another step back and raised her head to roar. When she saw his expression change, she could not control her emotions. Tears could not help but flow down her face, âLiang Er is dead. Xinyi is dead too. Itâs impossible for them to come to my wedding.â
All of this was fake. Because it was too perfect, she realized that it was fake.
Si Mobaiâs expression changed. In the end, he said gently, âLanâer, at least your husband is real, isnât he? As long as you accept all of this, we wonât have those worries. We can be together.â
Feng Tianlan teared up and sneered, âMy mother hasnât fully recovered and she hasnât found Yun Zhu and Xi Jin. You havenât returned and even you arenât real.â
She already knew that all of this was fake, so why did she still think that the Mobai in front of her was so real.
Si Mobai stood in front of her and pointed at his heart. âIf you donât believe that your husband is real, stab me here.â
Feng Tianlanâs face turned pale when she saw his actions. She raised her head and looked at him. She was still holding the dagger in her hand and she was trembling.
âLanâer, as long as you stab me here to death, you will be able to leave this illusory dreamland and return a piece of the real world to you. When that time comes, you will have no husband, no mother-in-law, no Xi Lin and the others. You will be alone. Are you willing to accept such a reality?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Feng Tianlan held the dagger and retreated in fear.
âLanâer, whether itâs real or fake depends on your thoughts.â Si Mobai approached Feng Tianlan, obviously wanting to force her to make a move.
Feng Tianlan shook her head and retreated. The Mobai in front of her was so real, how could she do it? What if it was real? What if Mobai was real?
Si Mobai raised his hand and waved it gently. The people in the guest seats all disappeared, leaving only the two of them. âLook, these are all fake, so I am also fake. Just kill me. This way, I can return you a real world.â
âSi Mobai.â Feng Tianlan was forced into a corner. She raised her head and looked at him, her voice trembling with fear.
Si Mobai smiled gently. âYour husband is here, but your husband is fake, so kill this husband.â