I hated things that never changed.
People or objects alike—when they remained unchanged, they always gave off a sense of decay, and would eventually be cast aside by the times.
Yet I also liked a life as calm as still water.
Every day was like a repeat of the one before, with slight differences here and there, ordinary yet carrying a faint warmth.
It truly was quite contradictory.
But humans were contradictory creatures by nature, weren't they?
They always denounced the actions of others while doing the very things they denounced.
They demanded others live by their standards, yet never held themselves to those same standards.
What foolish mortals.
I had always thought so, but I was too lazy to care.
The joys and sorrows between people were never shared.
I felt that this saying made a great deal of sense. Most of the time, I merely remained a silent observer, watching it all with calm detachment.
Was it my nature to be cold?
Perhaps it truly was.
But I did not care. This was simply my way of life, nothing more.
I was neither a savior nor a Saint. I had never possessed the grand ambition or resolve to change the world through my own strength.
It was too exhausting, and too difficult to achieve.
Of course, if I truly saw someone like that appear, I would not mock them. Instead, I would feel respect for them.
To aspire to accomplish the impossible was itself something worthy of respect.
I often thought this way...
"So, what was the point of writing all this?"
Yao Ziyan propped up her chin and looked at the words on the light screen before her. Luo Chuan had just written them—the latest chapter of his novel.
"I don't know."
Luo Chuan flexed his