The online sentiment started to subtly shift—
[Never thought the truth would be like this...]
[So, have we wronged Ming Ge?]
[We can't exactly blame ourselves, can we? It's not our fault that the entertainment media released an edited video and led us astray.]
[Right, we were misled.]
...
No one apologized for the vicious things they had once said.
They blamed all the mistakes on the entertainment media's false statements, yet never reflected on whether they had been too quick to judge, and if they had typed each letter on their keyboard with a fair mindset, or if it was clouded with excessive personal emotions or just a venting of anger.
None.
Not at all.
In an avalanche, no single snowflake feels responsible.
But not a single snowflake is innocent.
The snow is heavy.
Pure white and flawless.
It's enough to bury all sins.
Ming Ge held a cup of invigorating tea in her hands, its steam rising and blurring the edges of her lips curled in a slight sneer.
