"What about you? What did you do back then?"
Faced with Nvwa's inquiry, Chi Songzi's mind once again conjured the image of those villagers sitting silently awaiting death in the flood.
The lifeless eyes, the utter numbness bereft of vitality—Chi Songzi estimated he could never forget it for the rest of his life.
"I don't see things as clearly as you do..."
"I thought if they were just fed, they would have the will to survive."
"So when I returned to the village with food, the Evil God had already arrived with the flood peaks, yet the villagers had not even a shred of will to survive."
As he spoke, endless sorrow seeped through Chi Songzi's words.
Because similar incidents had happened more than once in his previous wandering life.
In retrospect, every choice Chi Songzi made was wrong, unable to save those in crisis.
Even if there were one or two occasional successes, it was often just a psychological comfort.
