The ground was covered with something that should be sand; there's sand everywhere, so this must be a desert.
The stars twinkle in the sky, and the sun is nowhere to be seen, so it must be nighttime now.
Wen Wen, in his middle age, knew all this and had seen it before.
Yet everything he had seen in the first half of his life never gave him a sense of reality.
The young man before him was the young man he had once seen, the real him.
Upon feeling everything around him, middle-aged Wen Wen suddenly felt his nose turn sour, then broke into tears with deep sobs.
To suddenly transform from a virtual consciousness into a real person, that feeling is beyond normal comprehension.
Wen Wen looked at the sobbing middle-aged man in front of him, with a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. All his hardships had been worth it.
It was indeed the middle-aged man; during the ceremony, Wen Li's visage was forcibly warped into that of middle-aged Wen Wen.
