He casually pointed at the lotus on the altar table: "This flower is real, right?"
Dong Rui nodded.
Qian Huan casually took out a mirror, stood it on the side of the vase, and pointed at the lotus in the mirror: "The flowers in the mirror are illusions, right?"
Dong Rui nodded again.
"Come here."
Dong Rui followed the instructions and stood in front of the mirror, so that there was also Dong Rui in the mirror.
Qian Huan stretched out his hand and brushed it across the mirror, and the "Dong Rui" in the mirror moved. He looked left and right, as if he didn't notice the real person outside the mirror, but he saw the lotus in front of him.
He lowered his head and glanced twice, picked up a lotus flower, put it to his nose and smelled it, with an expression saying "it smells so good".
"For 'you' in the mirror, is this lotus real?"
"Yes. But... the 'me' in the mirror is not real."
"Are you sure?" Qian Huan said lightly, "How do you know?"
Dong Rui was dumbfounded: Since he is standing here, of course what he sees in the mirror is an illusion.
Qian Huan said again: "You see, the boundary between reality and illusion is this mirror, right?"
"...Yes." Outside the mirror is reality, but inside the mirror is illusion.
"What if this mirror disappears?" Qian Huan snapped his fingers, the mirror disappeared, and everything in the mirror naturally disappeared. "Are the flowers on the altar table real or fake?"
Dong Rui stretched out his hand and took out a lotus flower, and a few drops of water came out from the flower stem. The texture of the petals was not silky, but a little rough like cloth. This is the unique feel of lotus petals, "It's real."
"Really?" Qian Huan pointed to the side, "Look there again."
Chapter completed!