"Maybe I read too many books." Loran Hill explained in a low voice. The summer sun shone obliquely on her face, and tiny hairs could be seen on her snow-white skin.
"Is that really the case?" Bumansha was a little unconvinced.
"I've met some seniors in the library who have been immersed in knowledge for years. They are also very knowledgeable, but most of them have their own worries, such as future choices, studies, and love affairs."
"But I seem to rarely see these in you. Although I feel distressed sometimes, it is just dissatisfaction with the results, not confusion about the direction." Bumansha continued.
“Maturity, or change, is like a house. Experience is the gunpowder that fills the house, and reason is the torch that lights it.”
"A torch can only briefly illuminate the surroundings, but it can't blow up a house. There are many truths in books, but if you don't experience something firsthand, it's difficult to truly understand their meaning and significance."
"So, at such a young age, you have a clearer view of life than I do. It always amazes me."
"Maybe this is your talent." Bumansha shook her head and continued without waiting for Loranhill to explain.
"......" Originally, Loran Hill was still struggling with how to explain the differences between his two lives. Hearing that there was no need for explanation, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"But 16 is supposed to be a lively and coquettish age, but you're talking about life philosophy with others. It feels a bit inconsistent."
"Not cute anymore~"
Bumansha smiled and pinched Loranhill's face. The latter broke free and pinched back.
"That's what I want, no need for you to care~"
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