"If life really has no meaning... Then why should I have the ability to see meaning?"
"If pain is destined to be inevitable... Then why should I feel the existence of beauty?"
"If I am destined to rot in this cage... Then why do you let me dream about flying?"
Every question is like a key, opening a door in Lingshu's heart that has been dusty for thousands of years.
At that moment she knew she had found it.
