Feng Qi was dressed in a khaki business suit, with her hair neatly tied up behind her head. Although she didn't wear any jewelry, she had a radiant feeling. It was the confidence brought by a successful career. She was sharp and could overcome all obstacles.

In Feng Qi's eyes, An Huan was like a warm and lustrous pearl, not shining brightly, but graceful and peaceful. This kind of temperament is often seen in people who have been in high positions for a long time, and it cannot be cultivated by having money.

Then, Feng Qi's gaze fell on Xiao Zheng next to him, and a strange look flashed in the depths of his pupils.

No one noticed except An Huan.

When An Huan turned her head, she seemed to be thinking about something.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Zheng asked, "Are you tired?"

An Huan shook her head.

Xiao Yuer sighed, "I'm a little tired."

Xiao Zheng: "Huh, you're so weak at such a young age."

"I'm not physically weak, it's just that my butt hurts from sitting in the car."

"Is your butt so delicate?"

"Yes, it hasn't suffered any hardship, so it's quite delicate."

Faced with Xiao Yuer's ashamed expression, Xiao Zheng waved his hands, saying that he was too lazy to argue with him about such meaningless topics.

At this time, a waiter came over and handed An Huan a note.

After looking at it, An Huan hesitated for a moment and stood up.

"Where are you going, wife?"

An Huan made up an excuse and left.

The first thing Feng Qi said when she saw An Huan was, "You look different than in my dreams."

An Huan asked calmly, "Really? What did I look like in your dream?"

Feng Qi thought about it and only came up with three words to describe it, "very miserable."

Then, Feng Qi asked An Hua, "Is it possible that you can understand such strange words?"

An Hua: "Let's put it this way, you know about those things, and I know about them too.

"What are your origins?"

"You don't need to know this."

Feng Qi sighed. "Actually, there's a question that's been bothering me for a long time. I've consulted many eminent monks and Taoist priests, but none of them could give me an answer. But when I saw you just now, I felt that you might be able to answer my question."

Feng Qi looked at An Huan steadily. "Tell me, which world is the real one? If the world we live in now is the real one, then where is the other world? If it's a fake, will we suddenly return to the other real world one day?"

An Hua asked back, "Which one do you hope is the real one?"

Feng Qi: "Of course, this is the world I live in now. I have a loving husband and adorable children. I have them in the other world, too, but... I've only seen them in my dreams. I don't have any real feelings for them. All my emotions are invested in my current family. I don't want to lose them."

"Then, this world is the real one now." An Huan said firmly, "And, you won't wake up one day and find yourself in another world, because these two worlds are not connected and have no connection."

"There is no connection..." Feng Qi muttered to himself.

"Yes, there's no connection." An Hua's expression became more resolute. "Although the two worlds don't share the same people or events, their directions changed long ago. The other world may still exist, but it's parallel to ours and will never intersect."

Feng Qi's expression gradually became clearer from confusion.

"I started having that dream about three years ago. In the dream, I was watching from the perspective of a bystander, and after watching 'my' self, I watched it over and over again. Honestly, it was terrifying. This dream made me doubt everything around me. Sometimes I even suspected that the food in my hand was fake..."

Feng Qi said to An Huanyu with a relaxed smile, "My hunch was right. If you can solve my psychological problems with just a few words, you'll be much better than those bald donkeys."

An Huan smiled and said, "If I can help you, that's all."

Feng Qi stretched out his hand. An Huan paused and shook it.