She often thinks about how to be great.
Dedicating herself to her country like she did? Or do you lose yourself for the world like they did? She believes that every plant and tree has its own persistence, and every plant and tree is worth protecting.
There was once a small Yunran Valley in her world, but at some point, people were standing behind her. She also stood on the top of thousands of peaks and looked down on the world. She never felt that this was a good perspective. If there was an afterlife, she would only want to be one of the many living beings.
There was a time when love and hate could be distinguished, but at some point, love and hate depended on each other, supporting her to survive. To whom is love, to whom is affection, and to whom is dependence? She thinks that she is just a skin now, her heart is dead and her love is gone.
Crippled in body and mind.
She could no longer tell whether those old wounds hurt or whether her heart ached.