"In our lifetime, we meet many people and see many faces, but the most familiar yet unfamiliar one is precisely our own." Bai Yanliang looked at the group and said seriously.
"Our eyes, when seeing our own appearance, actually see a beautified version. This is your brain's doing, or rather, your subconscious." As he said this, Bai Yanliang asked the air, "Are you sure the face you saw on that funeral clothes was your own and not a face that just looked somewhat like yours?"
After a moment of silence, Xu Zhifei spoke, "Not sure."
Then that's right.
Bai Yanliang felt a bit more assured in his heart.
"What exactly... is going on here?" Lu Guo was thoroughly confused.
By this reasoning, wouldn't his experience be the same as Xu Zhifei's?
Wouldn't he also suddenly become transparent?
Lu Guo quickly looked at his own hand.
Fortunately... no...
