Even Demon Beasts can have such deep, moving emotions, yet what about humans? Why is it that sometimes the human heart is so cold and indifferent?
Lingnu thought of Jiang Xiaobai, and also of Bai Feng. Although she hadn't known Jiang Xiaobai for long, they quickly became people who could entrust their lives to one another. She treated Bai Feng as if he were her own grandfather, yet it was met with years of deception and exploitation.
"What should I do?"
Lingnu questioned her own heart.
Life and this Ice Field, akin to Hell, don't seem much different, filled with change and uncertainty. Living in this world is like the morning dew, disappearing at any moment.
Lingnu finally understood what she needed to do. She intended to cherish the present, to make joyful memories with those she cared for; that was the true meaning of living.
