Rong Nian kissed the corner of her lips, and Jiang Xi felt like her head was about to explode. The next second, the oppressive pressure that bore down on her suddenly vanished.
Rong Nian moved back, placing his hands behind his head, "If it were me, I wouldn't hesitate to walk out."
"Hmm?"
Rong Nian stared at the ceiling, his gaze seemingly vacant, "Staying in a virtual world is always an illusion. People need to live in the real world to feel grounded."
A thought stirred within Jiang Xi.
She turned her head to glance at Rong Nian, not expecting him to choose reality without hesitation.
"President Rong, if we were living in a virtual world right now, where would our reality be?"
Rong Nian turned his face to look at her, "Where do you think our reality is?"
Jiang Xi pouted, "I asked the question first."
Rong Nian looked back at the ceiling, and after a long while, just when Jiang Xi thought he had fallen asleep with his eyes open, he said, "Idealism."