When Ning Zhi thought back on her life, the grievances and incomprehensions that once made her heartache had become insignificant. Whether it was her great love for the world or her small love for him, it was no longer important. Repeated betrayals can make people feel relieved. But Yu Qingqing's death destroyed her idea of sacrificing her life. Her sister died to save her, what reason did she have to waste her life? She hugged Yu Qingqing's cold body and sat on the top of Tianzhi Tower, overlooking the people below the mountain. The man she loved was there. Song Tianzhao fell to the ground, covered in blood. He wanted to comfort the lonely crying woman, but he didn't even have the strength to stand up. His heart hurt more than his wounds. Thousands of ordinary people stood behind him, all of them looking at the top of the tower and whispering. "Why isn't she dead?" "What should I do? Will we all be killed?" "Did we do the right thing? She has helped us before." "Don't be merciful, aliens deserve to die." "But Song Tianzhao is also an alien, and he has other thoughts. "They are nothing. Ning Zhiyi is the cause of the disaster. If she doesn't die, we will be the ones who die one day!" Ning Zhiyi sneered, her voice like a god in the sky, condescending to the earth, with a hint of compassion and disdain. "You mortals, who live only three meals a day and four seasons, want to decide my life and death? Natural selection, survival of the fittest. I should have let you follow the way of heaven, but it is too easy for you. Since you don't want a world where we live as equals, I will let you have a taste of what it means to be a slave!"
Intention: Hate is not as long as love, and love is not as eternal as time.
