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@MinasMorgul
How long can you fool around? The greatest benefit of material life should be to give a person more pursuits, not to let him lie like a salted fish on a mountain of riches. A young person’s life can’t be too empty; sooner or later, something is bound to go wrong.
The corners of Fei Du’s eyes had thoroughly developed; their shape still vaguely followed the mold of when he had been younger, but what was inside them was not at all the same. At some point his gaze had become indolent, his eyes frequently half-closed. Sometimes he would smile urbanely at someone, but his expression would be unfocused, full of abstraction. Of that stubborn, clear, even somewhat paranoid look from back then, not a trace remained.
All of that seemed only to exist only in Luo Wenzhou’s mind, an illusion he had concocted for himself.
Luo Wenzhou looked directly into his eyes, which could throw out peach blossoms at any time, and couldn’t help being moved—this brat really was well worth looking at.
The living can cling on without letting go; it’s a form of emotional sustenance. But there’s no sense in blindly clinging to the wrong course.
Someone once said to me that ‘everything that happens in this world leaves a mark,’ but whether you can find it depends on each side’s luck.
I said to you then, ‘Everything that happens in this world leaves a mark, as long as it’s a true thing. Without a mark to support your opinion, however much you believe in it, it’s still only a dead end of the imagination.’