Everyone must face death, whether lightly or heavily.
But what determines the weight of it?
This weight should not be measured or judged by others; it should be determined by oneself.
Zhang Jixian seemed to have no concern for life and death.
Whereas Ye Fusheng regretfully said, "Nu'er, everyone must face death, but if one dies without understanding their own heart, what's the point of living?"
Everyone was bewildered.
They drifted through life, feeling it was infinite, never considering the question Ye Fusheng posed.
Ye Fusheng looked at Cui Nu'er, unable to smile, but his eyes shone, "I finally understand, I spent a lifetime on the battlefield, died and came back to life, not to unify the world, but to... see you again. I finally... remember you."
As he spoke, tears fell.
Meeting yet not recognizing, encountering without realizing the prior meeting.
A person's life is lived in ignorance, forgetting what should be remembered, chasing fleeting moments.
