Now, the repercussions of the decision were beginning to bite his heart.
But soon, his heart hardened, and he quickly stopped fighting. He said with a cold face: "I will sort out the truth and make it public. The people in the Lord God's World should have seen the live broadcast just now. When the final decision comes, I will give everyone a chance to vote. Now - get out of the way!"
The white tentacles flicked, and the players scattered like jelly beans.
They didn't yell, they were very quiet, just sad, sorrowful... their eyes were like a dried-up lake.
Boom boom!
Boom boom!
The sound of the players being thrown to the ground was in sync with the sound of Su Mingan's heart in his chest.
Inexplicably, there was nothing to be sad about, but mist filled Su Mingan's eyes. In a trance, he remembered a sentence from his university general education teacher:
[In essence, "self-sacrifice" and "self-touching" are completely consistent, equally great, and equally despicable. This world needs a lot of "self-sacrifice", so it also needs a lot of willing "self-touching". ]
"When the comments were deeply moved by my sacrifice... maybe some people didn't need it." A wave of emotion passed through his mind.
While everyone is praising the greatness of Asa Ak-To, those who died in the War of Dawn have the right to blame the "great man" who started the war.
"I saved you, what does it have to do with you?" This sentence is so selfless and arrogant.
He pressed his hand against his heart, as if to find peace.
“…You don’t have to care about what they think.”
At this time, a clear and pleasant voice like a stream came from his ear. The young female knight stared at him, her black pupils showing a solid determination: "Although I don't understand your argument, I know that even if you make another choice, there will always be people who blame you. People's hearts will always climb to the distance, and the collective cannot be satisfied. You just have to believe that any outcome is the best at the moment."
Su Mingan turned his head and simply replied, "Thank you, Qianqin."
She didn't know yet that he had once been her senior apprentice. Si Que had already fallen asleep, so let this matter be buried in the wind...
He walked forward as if to the end of the horizon.
…
The wisteria sways and the black water surges.
The star sand is colorful and the black tea is lingering.
The magpie received a letter.
A letter from "Lin Hejin".
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