"Don't you understand yet? You have been an orphan since birth, an orphan without a father or a mother."
He looked at his parents who had been together day and night for twenty years in disbelief, hoping that they would say no, but their avoiding eyes said everything.
"This must be an illusion created by you, right?" Jiang Feng yelled at Zhou Xuanwen.
Zhou Xuanwen pinched his chin and sneered: "You know, I can create dreams and all real things, but I can't create illusions and time."
"So, the time you spent with me was also manufactured, right?" Jiang Feng roared, turning his face to the side.
"I've always been curious about the love between low-level humans like you. How come you, the son of the God of Reincarnation, are so embarrassed?"
Jiang Feng didn't want to hear what he said and asked stubbornly: "So, you didn't love me, right?"
Slowly tightening his grip on Jiang Feng, Zhou Xuanwen looked at his face that was wrinkled in pain, and then he let go of his hand as if it had been burned, and disappeared from Jiang Feng's eyes.
Author's demining: Everything is fiction, and all scientific theories are fiction.
The newcomer's writing is not very good
Intention: Give me the love deep in your soul