Qing Diarrhea

"Zhen Xin, you must fail once before you can truly understand how to help others and understand what it means to help others." Zhen Xin suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of shock. Suddenly he remembered the call from the depths of the abyss in his dream: "Return, those who cross must also be ferried." "You are an almost perfect immortal. Yuanwei has told you many good stories, but you have helped me survive for thousands of years, but you have never experienced loss." Although this sentence was said in a light tone, it was a free and unrestrained flick of the sword, causing Zhen Xin to fall to the ground speechlessly, feeling his heart tightening. Lost….. Is it the way Suo Songze fell in the blood that night? Was it Xian Lin who was kneeling on the ground and covering his heart, shouting silently? It was He Chengjing who asked Zhu Xuanyi over and over again, almost mutely in the heavy rain, "Why did he do this?" Lose? What is loss? The moment he thought of these, Zhen Xin felt a sting, a feeling that condensed from a distant place and traced back to the long past. No matter how painful the physical body is, there is a time to return to the heart of the boudoir, but the mind of the immortal body has been torn apart. How should this pain be healed? He thinks that "crossing" means giving and redeeming. As everyone knows, "crossing" is first to endure, first to be patient, first to allow oneself to be unable to give up, to allow oneself to be cut, but still have no hesitation, but still want what the heart wants. Zhen Xin's voice trembled, and he leaned down and refused to raise his head again: "Disciple... What did you do wrong?"