"Hai Meimei..."
Mr. Su Bai leaned on the couch, muttering these three words.
His eyes closed, as if asleep, wandering around in circles, stopping now and then, finally bringing up things from his own parents initially to Dark Litchi and now to Hai Meimei surfacing.
Mr. Su Bai did not feel the kind of joy and enlightenment from finally breaking through barriers and reaching the core truth.
What he felt was only exhaustion.
Human emotions, after all, are not reproducible consumables; love is like this, so are friendship and familial love. Saints love universally, so there are no saints in this world.
For some reason, Mr. Su Bai was reminded of the young novice monk he met at the Erhai Lake guesthouse, who said: "There are no saints in this world."
Yes, compared to the simple addition of strength, human emotions are truly limited and scarce.
Mr. Su Bai slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of blood vessels.
