Xun Xian said leisurely, "I don't know if you've ever heard a saying, it goes: how is it that people are considered alive? It's because they care about others, and others care about them. That's what makes someone truly alive. If one doesn't care for anything and disappears completely from all memories, isn't that akin to being dead?"
"Otherwise, why do so many people choose to travel such long distances every year? It's to return to their hometown."
"They just want to prove they are people of flesh and blood."
"Otherwise, what's all this exhaustion worth for? It's for better companionship with family and friends. If the whole world only had him alone, wherever he went, who would care? Such a life is even more profound than death."
Xun Xian expressed with utmost ease and then felt a pang in her heart.
"And then... and then don't look at me with those eyes, you're making me feel embarrassed..."
"Little Ximo, don't…"
