At this moment, Baili An felt as if he saw Yin Baishuang with her face buried in the shadows, as if something spilled from the corner of her eyes, catching the glimmer of the night, reflecting a faint, star-like brilliance.
For some reason, Baili An suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, which felt as heavy as if filled with lead.
Yin Baishuang lowered her eyes, speaking in a faint and sorrowful voice, "Su Jing, don't be naive. Once people die... how can they be brought back to life?"
The boy who had ruined her plans of enduring her solitude till the end was gone, never to return.
In the end, tired birds return to their nest, and she had long resigned herself to her fate.
Because of a sword, she held an unrealistic and absurd dream for the world, truly uninteresting.
Life is full of suffering; one must not deceive others, even more so oneself.
She would rather live in pain than indulge in one more grand dream.
