When the time comes, searching and seeking without finding a living proof, I look at the white swan road in the city, and I cannot leave my own footprints. All I know is my prideful ignorance, just like modern people who do not know how to cherish a sea and sky that have been ravaged by civilization. Perhaps only by being far from the crowd can I find myself again.
I can always hear in the deepest part of my heart someone telling me that the pain in the wind and rain actually doesn't matter; what's important is that we must believe that dreams still exist.
Xia Jing looked at her husband, who still appeared indifferent, increasing her anxiety. She didn't want to shoulder this blame anymore and didn't want to become the villain in everyone's eyes again, because none of this was the ending she desired. Why is it that after everything happens all the responsibility is pushed onto her? Must she really bear the blame?
