The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and although a day goes by, tomorrow the sun will still rise.
Humans experience birth, aging, sickness, death, fortune, and misfortune. You as an individual may suffer from illness and ultimately face death, but as long as there is a legacy, it does not necessarily have to be your own biological child. As long as there is a place to put your hopes, there is still hope.
"Look, those clouds over there!"
Following Bo Yan's pointing finger, Xia Siyu saw the sky, where the clouds were piled up, vast swaths of clouds enveloping the afterglow of the sunset, looking as if they were scorched, red like blood. The backdrop was tinged with red, the edges glowing with a golden hue, the center of the clouds white, and the slightly darker cloud layers were mixed with the black of the night.
