There are always some people who can awaken those who are lost in their dreams with the simplest and most unpretentious words.
A light snowflake gently fell on the lake of Shang Yechu's restless heart. Sitting in the car, Shang Yechu stared blankly at the scenery rushing past the window.
In the process of searching for Li Yiming, many people offered Shang Yechu answers. Knowledge, skills, operations, and psychological interpretation—Shang Yechu absorbed them all, only to reject them one by one.
When it came to Mrs. Hu, the old woman gave a completely different answer:
Faith, faith is the most important thing.
Someone like Shang Yechu, who is skeptical of everything, would find it hard to understand this term. But at least, Shang Yechu understood that forcing Li Yiming into the mold of a god and a hero was an outright laziness.
Because they were unwilling to understand the real her, they could only imitate the image of her in their own eyes.
Shang Yechu wanted to portray Li Yiming well, so she researched her life, hometown, and oral accounts and written records from outsiders. She studied every detail related to being undercover. But she didn't study, or rather, consciously ignored, the most important thing: why did Li Yiming choose this path?
To play a role well, instead of exploring its inner motivations, one should imitate its outward behavior—this is truly putting the cart before the horse.
Many chaotic thoughts flashed through my mind, leaving marks that were either deep or shallow.
The moment a god proclaims himself a god, human flaws are already present—can a hero truly see himself as a hero?
What is the point of a person giving up high-ranking positions, generous salaries, and a comfortable life, to live in constant fear?
What was she fighting for? What was it that she dedicated her entire life to?
In the darkness, did she ever look forward to dawn?
During her period of dormancy, did she ever doubt herself?
Just as playing Xiao Yue required tracing back to the source, playing Li Yiming also required doing the same. It's just that the latter's bloody glory was too dazzling, making Shang Yechu forget his original profession.
The moment Shang Yechu realized her own shallowness and laziness, her face flushed, and her mind was in turmoil, like a handful of popping candy. She felt both the joy of seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and a newfound sense of confusion.
The street scenes outside the car window flashed by, the gradually lighting streetlights becoming a blurry line. Shang Ye Chu recalled the question she had asked out of unease at the time of parting—
"Grandma, do you also believe in that kind of...faith?"
Grandma Hu smiled. Her smile was very kind.
"Of course I believe it. I will believe it until the day I die."
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Shang Yechu returned to her apartment, ate and drank to her heart's content, and after completing the exchange, she delved into the database of 103.
The database in Room 103 was vast and complex. Shang Yechu sat at the computer desk in the database, but didn't know where to begin her research. She could only flip through Li Yiming's biographical materials, searching for clues.
Li Yiming had no descendants; only conversations with her colleagues during her lifetime have survived. According to her own account, she was born into a wealthy and influential gentry family. Such a family was bound to contain many feudal dregs. Li Yiming's older sisters had their feet bound from a young age and suffered greatly. Influenced by this, Li Yiming was deeply afraid.
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