Chapter 41
The illusion moved as it squatted on his level. Alex's face came closer as his warm golden eyes looked above his head, his hand raised, and felt a gentle brush on his hair. "There's a grass on your hair." The illusion talked. Wait... It talked? And the sensation from its touch felt too real. With wide eyes, Yulian like a viper grabbed the hand on his hair and pulled it close. The face of the illusion came closer much to its surprise. Yulian studied those eyes that he liked, its high bridged nose and thin lips that he's familiar with. The familiar lips moved and curved upwards under his gaze. "Did you miss me that much?" "Alex!" When he heard that voice, Yulian snapped out from his illusion of seeing Alex as an illusion. Without having control of his body as it acted with a mind
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