This is a choice that cannot be made, not only for Cheng Shi, but also for the flame of hope. No matter which path is taken, it leads to the other side where the flame of hope's will is shattered.
For a fleeting moment, the flame of hope even felt that it had died, died in the confusion of having no future.
He could not reveal all the truth, but could only explain the advantages and disadvantages.
"If you choose to save Cheng Shi, you will find it difficult to save the world; if you choose to save the world, you will not be able to save Cheng Shi."
He sent you to find me because he saw the power of change within me and wanted me to find a third path from the perspective of change.
I was indeed subject to the changes that fate had decreed, but...
Compared to an outer god who stirs up storms across the universe, my firelight is too weak; it probably cannot even illuminate the shadow He casts.
When Hope spoke like this, it was clear that he admitted he had no other options.
Everyone could understand what He meant: which is more important, the world or one person? This question was enough to become a huge mountain weighing on everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe!
But only Longjing knew that Cheng Shi probably never intended to live from the beginning. The best ending the clown wanted was to die under this starry sky and be buried in a world where he could find peace. Otherwise, the clown would not have given Old Zhang that scalpel.
As for the world... I'm already dead, why should I care about the world?
The fact that he could get Longjing to come looking for the flame of hope was already the greatest kindness the clown, in his despair, could show to the world.
Unfortunately, the flame of hope is not a panacea.
After Longjing put himself in the shoes of the character, he felt the despair even more. The clown wanted to rebel, but he couldn't think of a way to do so.
A tense atmosphere permeated the scene. As a believer in [Destiny], An Mingyu sensed Longjing's emotional shift and discerned his thoughts. His expression softened as he said:
"He was already rebelling, struggling to break free from the identity predetermined by fate, which was his roar...and lament."
Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions became even more solemn, and even Chen Shu fell silent, a rare occurrence for him.
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