"No. I don't know you," Song Lei answered as his lips curled up into a smile. However, his eyes were not smiling. They had unprecedented coldness as if they were reflecting a frozen wasteland. Out of all four, the only one who seemed to realize this was Bai Hao, as a frown appeared on his face. Shortly after, the coldness in Song Lei's eyes disappeared, leaving its place for determination and dedication. He was going to bury whatever emotions he had and end this dream space. After all, neither Damien nor Old Wolf here were real.
"Oh..." Damien muttered before sitting next to Song Lei. The cushy sofa caved in to embrace him, making a relaxed expression appear on his face.
Seeing this, Song Lei stood up and walked to the table in the middle of the room. Running his finger through the surface of the table, he thought about how much this place resembled the meeting room back in the New World.