Zhou Wen looked at Zhang Yuzhi in a daze. Zhang Yuzhi was still Zhang Yuzhi. In his eyes, Zhang Yuzhi was still playing the zither with her eyes closed as she immersed herself in her singing.
However, for some reason, the scene of a little girl curled up in the darkness surfaced in Zhou Wen's mind. He could even hear her trembling and tragic voice.
"Since the heavens have already destined me to walk into the darkness… I'll exchange for everyone's light using the darkness I suffer alone… This is what I deserve… They all treat me as a friend… They would rather die than let me suffer any harm… Yet, I caused their deaths… Such a filthy me… I'm not worthy of embracing the light… Zhang Yuzhi… You deserve death… What's there to be afraid of?"
The little girl looked up as tears flowed down her face. She looked ahead and in front of her, there was a sliver of light in the darkness.
