"You can't get over me anymore." Ying Meng sighed and slowly stood up. When she got up, her slender white fingers gently stroked the wrinkles on her clothes, and gave a standard greeting. "You are late. Even if I look sober now, some things have taken root and sprouted."

"Child, the future will never be accurate, even if you can do everything you can." The old man in white touched his beard. "What's more, I'm more curious about your choice than to rush to you.

I hated, had no choice but to despair, but I just didn't have the ability to change the facts. I also thought about resisting... There is a guide in every unparalleled story. It is light, but it becomes the key to opening darkness without knowing it. My resistance extinguished all the light in my life. Later, I began to live a confused life, thinking about how to live every day.

But you are different. Even if you are confused, you never thought of giving up chasing the light, even if you are burned again and again. Your madness makes me unable to understand. You make me think of someone... Can you tell me why?"

Yingmeng heard his voice before she could react. "I don't know either. I just thought, I felt it was right."

Shadow Dream: "..."

The old man in white narrowed his eyes slightly, his cold eyebrows and eyes with free and easy smiles. "Oh, I want to hear the truth."

Yingmeng: "..." How could her reputation be low?

The breeze blew past the old man in white hair, and he spoke lightly. "The weak and helpless and kindest people often end up miserably..."

"So you choose to pretend to be dead? You have already changed your strength, but you are still following the trend?"

After Yingmeng finished speaking, she wanted to cry without tears. No, this was not what she said.

"Indeed, in order to survive and to survive, I chose to go with the flow and pretend to be dead, and the word "pretending to be dead is very vivid." The old man in white looked slightly and smiled freely and did not care. "I have been pretending to be dead for too long, and I forgot to think. Even if I have the ability to be clear and thorough, I can't save myself. It's shameful to have the strength but not take the responsibility I deserve, right?"

"All concessions and sacrifices are just for survival. Survival in this decadent world is instinct, not about right or wrong, not about shame. As for responsibility, strength is not given by others, and there is no obligation to give it back. It depends on character."

Shadow, thank you, dream: "..." She finally said something

The old man in white: "Indeed, right and wrong are just words, what matters is what you did. So how did you face this decadent era?"

Shadow·The hard board without soul·Dream: "No one can resist the torrent of the times, even if there are people, that is not me. This era is full of filth, but full of beauty. Despair is mixed with hope, which makes people confused and don't know how to choose, but it also belongs to its unique beauty."

"The unique beauty... I can still see the light after experiencing so much... Alas, I'm just a child." The old man in white said with compassion and no malice.

“Is there anything wrong with being able to see the light?

Is there anything wrong? After the darkest moment, before dawn, nothing is final. There is nothing wrong with trying to survive, and going with the flow is just a means, but at the same time, don’t forget why you took this path and do your own things."

Ying·I thought she was out of danger·Dream: "_(′?`" ∠)_"No... She is not afraid of death, but it does not mean that she wants to die. Although she felt good before she was relieved, if she could live, she felt that she could stay in this world for a few more years.

Fortunately, the old man in white has lived for many years and his mood is different. After controlling the shadow dream, he is prepared mentally not very good at everything. He is not angry, but instead asks a lot of questions.

Sometimes, Yingmeng only realized what she was thinking after she said it.

Ghost Training Camp "Prophecy":

"The leaves and boats splashed across the river.

The silent river surface shines on the road of my heart like a bright mirror.

Small islands floated into your eyes.

Each island has a unique scenery.

Like a separate space running its own way.

But where is the scenery that belongs to me?

Destiny handed over the oars of life to me.

I can decide the direction of the boat.

But I don't know where to go.

No direction, no purpose.

If you just walk far enough, you will welcome my scenery.
Chapter completed!