If a slight sadness and a slight joy constitute regret, then the expression of this demigod must be one of extreme regret. Her eyes held remorse for the past, yet were also filled with hope for the future of her clan.
She was sincerely happy for her clan,
and also happy for herself.
"My whole life has been trapped in regret," Belisa lowered her head,
"Actually, I knew long ago that our homeland could never be returned to. From the moment we rode away on the sheep's back away from our homeland, it became a distant word for us."
"We are a people on the sheep's back, and we have such a deep affection for the grasslands that bore and nurtured us that those nights feel too unreal for us. Until now, the homeland has already become scorched earth, with ashes carried by the wind. Yet, some still firmly believe that beyond the mountains, the grasslands remain vast, the lakes clean, and the skies blue."
"I promised them that I would surely bring them back to our homeland."
