As if she knew what Wen Qingye was thinking, Liu Jingwen lifted her head to look at the mountain's peak—or perhaps, the person on it—and said faintly, "You're not wrong. He and I did have an emotional entanglement. I was the one who was abandoned, but I don't regret it. If I had to face that situation again, I think I'd do the same thing."
Hearing Liu Jingwen's words, Wen Qingye couldn't help but laugh.
"What? Do you think I'm a fool?" Liu Jingwen retorted, unconcerned.
Wen Qingye shook his head gently. "No, not at all. Everyone understands and feels the concept of love differently. Each person's enlightenment is their own. Whether you love or hate, that unforgettable memory remains. It won't leave unless you do. As for what you take from it and how you grow... that's up to you."
Hearing Wen Qingye's words, Liu Jingwen couldn't help but murmur to herself, "'It won't leave unless you do?'"
BANG!
Suddenly, a loud noise from ahead snapped Liu Jingwen back to her senses.
"ROAR!"
