This is a story about kindness.
Kindness is not weakness.
Not stupid.
Not the "Mother" who still chooses to forgive after being hurt.
Kindness is a kind of strength.
It is the willingness to light a light in the darkest of times.
It's about choosing to believe when everyone tells you "it's not worth it".
After being let down, forgotten, and abandoned——
Still willing to reach out.
Everyone in this story is "kind" in their own way.
Lin Xi is.
Mo Chen is.
Ling Xiao is.
Shen Qingchen is.
Chen Yuwei is.
Lao Chen is.
Shen Wan is.
Shen Han is.
Elder Li is.
Lu Qingcang... Will be the same.
Because kindness is not a gift you are born with.
It's a choice.
It's every time you reach out your hand, every time you light a lamp, every time you say "I'm here to help you" -
Those who light up for themselves return home.
May all the kindness in this world be resounding.
May everyone who lights a lamp finally see the lights of thousands of families.
The whole place was in an uproar. Ling Xiao's sword energy stagnated.
Only Lin Xi saw the ray of soul dimmed by enduring pain for a long time under the turbulent anger around him.
The next moment, something even more shocking happened: Ling Xiao's sword stopped three inches in front of her throat, trembling slightly.
He asked hoarsely: "... How do you know?"
