Beichuan Si did not give her an answer.
He simply gazed distantly toward the horizon.
Seeing that Beichuan Si did not respond, Qiushan Caiyin shook her head, her voice still trembling slightly,
"...Mr. Beichuan."
"Hmm?"
"...Do you think we are guilty? Are the residents of Yuchuan... the inhabitants of Yuchuan Town guilty?"
The heavy, wordless despair and immense sorrow from Seto Cheng had left Qiushan Caiyin somewhat at a loss.
What about the people of Yuchuan Town?
Should those who had chosen to forget be forgiven?
Did they indeed bear sins?
Qiushan Caiyin could not understand.
Upon hearing this, Beichuan Si also took another look at Qiushan Caiyin.
They say that young girls in their adolescence always have superfluous worries, pondering things with or without substance.
It seemed that this was indeed the case.
Faced with this question, Beichuan Si stood on the slope, pointing in the direction of Yuchuan's artificial river,
