Chapter 1591: Rubik's Cube Beauty (53)

"She says I poisoned her."

Before anyone on the other side could speak, Tang Guo tugged lightly at Wen Zhao's sleeve. "I wonder what kind of poison it is, to only flare up after I've been gone for so long."

Wen Zhao froze for a moment, hesitation appearing on his face.

"You really didn't poison Qingruo?"

A faint smile curved Tang Guo's lips.

"How boring. As expected of an illusion. It's too unreal."

With that, she placed a jade token into Wen Zhao's hand.

"I'm leaving."

"An illusion is still an illusion. It can never produce the same outcome, nor can it bring about the outcome one hopes for. What has already happened cannot be changed by anyone. Even if everything were changed, that person would no longer be the same. There is no such thing as starting over in this world, so why cling to such hope? I've traveled through countless worlds, choosing to follow my heart. In the end, it was only unresolved regret, a desire for a different ending. But all I've changed were the paths of others."

Tang Guo smiled as she watched the astonishment in Wen Zhao's eyes while he stared at the jade token.

Then the world before her shattered like broken glass, crashing down piece by piece.

By the time she could see clearly again, she was somewhere else entirely.

Naturally, her clothes had changed as well.

Unlike before, she no longer patiently waited for the end.

Whenever she grew impatient, she would simply say—

"Fake."

"Not real."

"Too fake."

"Break."

"Too rigid. It's not genuine."

"This illusion needs improvement."

System: What else could he say? Since the Host liked playing this way, all he could do was quietly accompany her. He just hoped she would enjoy herself.

No one knew that, in some distant time and space...

Inside a bamboo cottage nestled among clouds deep within the mountains, a gentle-looking man dressed in white suddenly awoke from his bamboo bed.

The young attendant by his side noticed the sorrow and confusion lingering between the man's brows and the shock filling his eyes.

He hurried over and asked, "Young Master, what's wrong? Are you worried about Miss Yun? Please don't worry. Young Master Pei and Miss Yun are deeply in love, and Miss Yun's poison has already been cured. You needn't concern yourself."

Wen Zhao's expression was dazed.

He felt as though the dream he had just experienced had lasted thousands upon thousands of years, leaving him unable to distinguish whether the dream had been real or whether the present was.

Reality and illusion had become blurred.

"I'm not worried about Qingruo."

His mind remained trapped in that dream.

The dream had been incomplete, shattering before his eyes.

Why had he dreamed of Tang Guo, who had died so long ago?

Especially in the dream—he vaguely remembered her throwing him a jade token before disappearing.

He had searched endlessly within that dream, but never found her again.

It was as though she had vanished from existence.

It had already been five years since her death, hadn't it?

Why had he dreamed of her?

She was nothing more than a wicked woman who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals.

So why did his heart ache?

Wait...

That jade token.

Why did it seem so familiar?

Suddenly, Wen Zhao sprang to his feet.

He remembered the appearance of the jade token and hurriedly pulled out the one he always carried close to his body.

The moment he looked at it, his eyes reddened.

Exactly the same...

The jade token from his dream was identical to the one in his hand.

The young attendant only felt a gust of wind pass before him.

Wen Zhao had already vanished.

"Young Master, where are you going?" the attendant cried anxiously.

But no answer came.