In this world, there are those without eyes, and those without conscience. Tell me, which matters more, the h…
In this world, there are those without eyes, and those without conscience. Tell me, which matters more, the heart or the eyes? Most would say the heart.
But those without conscience thrive, while those without eyes suffer.
This isn't fair.
Storybooks don't write it this way. They tell of heroes punishing villains, emperors loving their people, bad men getting their due, good souls reuniting.
So Ran couldn't understand.
She couldn't understand why Uncle Sun moved away, why shop signs were smashed one after another, why Grannie Liu's face was wet with tears, why the streets roared with chaos, why Ren Xiaoping sobbed into his mother's arms louder than ever, why her father had gone to buy lotus pastries and never returned...
She doesn't like this ending. Nobody likes this ending. Why should an ending nobody likes exist?
She couldn't understand why when she says these truths, people who used to laugh now stay silent. When she angrily asks, they always say: "Ran isn't wrong." But now they just stayed silent.
Can right things be mocked? Or must they go unanswered?
She couldn't understand why people once laughed at her Gold Leaf Swordsman stories, but after her father vanished, they'd listen in silence.
Did her father's disappearance make them stop loving this story?
These are things the storybooks never wrote about.
This wasn't how it should be. Uncle Sun shouldn't have left. The shop should always teem with hot meals. The kitchen fire should never die. Grannie Liu's cheeks shouldn't glisten with tears. Ren Xiaoping, for all his mischief, shouldn't wail like his heart was breaking. The river by her door should flow forever, and her father should have never walked away.