CeCe lay on her bed, staring at the rough stone ceiling above her while in deep thought. Her fingers rested loosely on her stomach, her expression was blank, that illusion still bothered her a lot.
It hadn't felt like a dream or like magic in the normal sense. It felt personal. The way she saw herself not as CeCe, but Elena—the clothes, the wounds, even the bite marks. It wasn't just something random thrown at her. It was pulled from somewhere.
"That's not normal at all," she muttered and sighed. Was it because of Min Gui?
The system had already told her that his illusion could connect to her thoughts, fears, and even things buried deep that she hadn't noticed. If that was true, then that was a nightmare…
