In the Light

Everyone thought he was the savior. White clothes and ancient books have gone through eternity and appear when everyone is most desperate, reaching out to give them a hand. The swordsmith lost her husband, and he sat with her by the fire for three days, and she learned the peerless swordsmanship. The subjugated princess was trapped in the old castle, and he wrote to her after hundreds of years to get her out of hell. The orphan was crying in the ruins. He gave him the ability of equivalent exchange, giving him the power to take revenge... He is gentle, clean, and does not see the suffering in the world. Wherever he walks, miracles happen. Until that day. Those he had saved, those he had given strength to, joined forces and put a knife to his neck. They said: Hand over the book. They said: We don't want to be "non-existent people" anymore. They said: You turned us into monsters. That day, the world was destroyed. Destroyed by his kind hands. When the world collapsed, he realized that goodwill without boundaries is the greatest evil. … When he opened his eyes again, he was back where it all started. The giant tree is still there, the little girl is still sleeping in his arms, and the note is still blank. He remembers all the tragedies, remembers everyone's ending, and remembers what it looked like when the world collapsed. But he can't change it. Change too much and the world will collapse faster. So he could only pretend to know nothing, smile and say to everyone: Hello, my name is Jing Qing, and I am just passing by. Then, where no one sees it, one stroke at a time, the tragedy is secretly transformed into perfection.