If life were as it is at first sight, what would make the autumn wind lament the painted fan?
When everyone in the world is holding on to the beauty of their first encounter and yearning for the beauty of the world, what silently changes everything?
As Lin Yifei fell silent, Shen Yue didn't press him for answers.
He thought about what his master had said—when you feel unburdened, don't think about the troubles that will inevitably follow, but preserve that sense of relief in your heart.
This is Zen, this is cultivation.
What is cultivation? It is the silent change of one's every little action that eventually causes a qualitative change, not some unattainable Zen riddle.
By extension, as Lin Yifei was immersed in a mood of reminiscing about good times, Shen Yue didn't want to interrupt, he didn't want to do something as crude as 'destroying the lute and boiling the crane'.
