"There is no grand plan, just a sudden idea of mine that still needs careful deliberation," Lin Suqing said humbly, unable to hide the sadness in his eyes. "I just feel that those before us paved a way with their sweat and lives, and no matter how difficult, as successors, we should continue down that path. At the very least, we must keep the intention alive."
The Summer Acquiring Bird, who had been thoughtfully pinching her chin the whole time, agreed with him completely. She put down her arm and rested it on the table, saying casually, "You're right, we can't just stop because of pain, become slaves to our emotions, or turn into cowards of sorrow."
The dog, whose ears had perked up, drooped them again upon hearing the implications in Lin Suqing's words. It understood the logic, but couldn't move past the emotional barrier. It couldn't speak, think, or even want to think about it.
