The workshop was deathly silent, no one responded.
But in the silence, the head in Ji Jue's hand seemed to move slightly, as if out of curiosity. But that was just a natural twitch caused by the mutated erosion.
The eyes remained hollow.
"So lonely, it's been so long, no one has spoken."
Ji Jue sat in the chair, sighing as he stroked the head in his hand: "Thankfully you came to visit, otherwise I might find a volleyball and draw a face on it to make a friend."
The head was silent, just as hollow as a mirror's reflection.
"In your view, what is the world like?"
Ji Jue asked curiously: "Not what you see in front of you, not something far away, not even this Luye Island. But, this world."
He lifted his hand, fingers curling and contracting.
"The feel when you touch, the wind against your face, the smell in the air when rain falls, the heartbeat intervals, the pulse, all exactly like reality.
