Zhu Qingyue stood up, "Why?"
Luo Yong said earnestly, "You just graduated? I haven't heard Lin Zuofang mention she has a niece your age. I must tell you, hiking and traversing isn't like what you imagine it to be."
He paused, his gaze reminiscing.
"About ten to twenty years ago, when I first entered this circle, I had the same mindset as you, always feeling life was poetic."
"Like what you just said, about seeing the scenery your aunt has seen, walking the road she has walked... doesn't that feel quite emotional and cool?"
Zhu Qingyue was taken aback for a moment.
Luo Yong's tone gradually turned icy, "Let me tell you what the harsh reality is, young lady, life isn't that poetic. You won't see the scenery your aunt saw, nor walk the path she walked, just like no one can ever step into the same river twice."
"This is just your wishful fantasy, thinking, oh, I've been to the place my aunt visited, and my emotional knot will unravel."
"You think you have an emotional knot."
