Thirteen years, what is enough?
It is enough for an orphan who escaped from the night of massacre to win the first prize in the examination and become the leader of the third division. It is enough for a boat girl to go from a sampan to the largest maritime merchant in the southeast. It is enough for a group of beggars to sharpen their knives in the dark and aim their knives at the same person from all directions.
They are not blood relatives. It's just that we shared the same bowl of sour porridge on the coldest night, recited the same child in the sea of fire, and swore the same oath on the straw in the cellar.
This is not a grudge. Ruyi's grudges were drawn out on the spot, and they had been sharpening the sword for thirteen years - every false account had to be settled, every life had to be proved ironically, so that the person didn't even have a chance to quibble.
Justice may be late, but it will not be absent. Because someone is waiting.
Intention: Justice may be late, but it will not be absent, because someone is waiting
