The light of hope given by the system was so weak and vulnerable that it ultimately failed to illuminate the way forward for anyone. But it existed. It exists in Nan Zhao's pure and unreserved love when he looked at Qi An before he was taken over by the system; it exists in Qi An's momentary and uncontrollable heartache for Ming Ci when he was on the edge of betrayal and redemption; and it also exists in Ming Ci's courage to surrender his sincerity, like a moth to the flame, in the quagmire of a scam.
Intention: When people's free will is completely deprived, when loving and being loved become a set process, can we still be called human beings?