Many people had already steeled themselves a little.
And they suddenly understood what Qin Yi had been brooding about these past days.
If their world really was Ju Yunxiu’s Painting Realm… then the whole chain of cause and effect could truly make a person scratch their head bloody.
Looking back at countless small details, things suddenly seemed to point somewhere — even Meng Qingying’s old suspicion about the “Father God.” She turned out to be the one who had looked closest to the truth? Maybe because she was one of the earliest living beings? Hmm, the “true form” of the River of Shades was slightly earlier than hers; when it birthed independent consciousness it hadn’t been earlier than hers by much.
Liusu also remembered her earlier confusion about why Qin Yi had hidden his thoughts on his origins.
He had never hidden things from her before…
If she had once hidden the truth from him because she didn’t know whether she counted as his mother… then Qin Yi’s hidden meaning was… did he not know whether he counted as their father?
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Liusu fell into a dazed state too, stupidly staring at Ju Yunxiu, who was likewise dazed and slowly, blankly pulling out the painting scroll.