Bai Youwei was stunned, "…Mr. Chang?"
Chang Weicai sighed, "Maybe I'm old, and a bit conservative… What should be the standard to distinguish between real and fake? Even if it claims that it created this world, it doesn't change the fact that I have truly lived every moment over the past sixty years. What I have invested, and what I have gained, have all been real. Thus, to me, this world should be real. Weiwei, I want to stay, to visit my elderly parents back home, to see off the last group of graduating students, to go back to school and retire without regrets…"
After Mr. Chang finished speaking, his eyes reddened.
Pan Xiaoxin followed, tears in his eyes, "Sister Weiwei, I miss my grandpa and grandma so much, I really miss them..."
Bai Youwei felt sorrowful, not everyone is as naturally detached as she is, nor can everyone let go of everything like Shen Mo.
