Lu Yuanming felt that everything before his eyes was utterly absurd and ridiculous. He could no longer discern which memories were false and which were true.
He didn't even know for sure if he was mentally ill.
Was he still on Earth, driven mad by a car accident?
Or had he indeed traveled to the universe and then, due to succumbing to magic, entered high-dimensional space-time?
Lu Yuanming had gradually become unable to differentiate reality from illusion.
It seemed there was a voice in his heart constantly telling him to give up thinking—just consider himself to be mentally ill, that all of this was fantasy, and then his pain would disappear.
But...
But!
Listening to Wei's pitiful cries, those were sounds of despair, the voice of reason almost completely collapsing. For someone with a mental will like Wei, this was incredibly unbelievable. She must have endured some horrifically cruel treatment, too horrible to imagine.