"I don't understand, and I don't believe it. You only treat me as a substitute from beginning to end." His silent eyes were as gentle as ever, but it made his heart ache inexplicably. He was still gentle, but he understood that he was acquiescing with silence. The crack in his heart was widening little by little, as if something was slowly flowing out. He couldn't help but speak out, his voice was hoarse with an invisible rupture: "You... Really? " There seemed to be something surging in his gentle eyes, but in the end he still didn't say a word. He smiled. His beautiful and clear face was like a peach blossom blown by the wind and rain, beautiful but sad. "It turns out... Everything is my own... Illusion." Dressed in white, he seemed to be filled with the splendor of the six realms and restored his status as a supreme and noble god, but it was hard to find the clear look back at the young man under the peach blossom tree.