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"Dinner's ready!" Elorie called out.
"Hmm… okay." Chen Xuan replied from leaning at the windowsill.
He was still within the dream, and the city before him was the evidence: the sky full of crimson clouds gradually faded, streetlights flickered on one by one, outlining the crisscrossing streets; window lights sporadically appeared from the apartment building not far across, as if people were finally able to return home for rest after a busy day. But in reality, whether the streets or the buildings, they were all empty, devoid of a single person.
This city of Paris seemed to belong solely to Elorie.
Chen Xuan didn't immediately question what happened that day, because he sensed her confusion. He realized he had to play according to the dream's rules and act his part properly. If Elorie found anything too suspicious, it might bring the dream to an abrupt end.
This is the incredible nature of dreams.
