The size of the scenery you see depends on the height at which you stand;
but the higher you stand, the less clearly you see everything.
Mr. Su Bai felt this way at the moment. The melody of revenge, from the initial grandness to the present melancholy with a hint of desolation, when Su Yuhang was right beside him, and he could easily push him down into the mud,
he always felt,
a bit lost.
It's like a game where you overthrow the final big boss and suddenly find it tasteless.
But Mr. Su Bai had no other choice; he had always lived in the shadow of Su Yuhang, either completely sinking into despair, becoming a puppet sacrificing himself for his parents, or climbing up like now and seizing a chance to strike.
It's not that Mr. Su Bai didn't want to make other choices, but Su Yuhang never gave him the option.
Of course, thinking about these things now doesn't make much sense.
The matter has reached this point, and it's time to put an end to it.
