Choice, a Helpless Choice

The old woman's question was indeed sharp.

It cut straight to the human heart and tested human nature as well.

In the end, how should one choose between the one they loved most and their closest family? And how should one choose between right and wrong?

At least in my view, any choice was understandable. Likewise, one would probably regret any choice they made.

It had nothing to do with right or wrong. It was only about loss.

Because once a choice was made, something had to be given up—something that might originally have been yours.

Choose the one you loved most, and you had to give up your closest family. The reverse was also true.

Back then, the old woman had first chosen to run away, wanting to help neither side. In the end, she could not let go and helped both sides, yet she never truly took a stand until the very end.

If she really was Xu Qiuyan, then she should now have been regretting her choice.

Having no stance was a terrifying thing. It would leave a person forever wavering. For the heart, was that not also a kind of torment?

The old woman looked at Xu Qiuyan. "Then let me ask you: if you had to choose between your parents and her now, who would you help? If only one side—he or your parents—could survive, what would you do?"

Xu Qiuyan became somewhat agitated. "Why do I have to choose? Why can't they live in peace? Why does it have to become a fight to the death? Why?"

The old woman sighed softly. "There aren't so many whys in this world. Some things, once they happen, happen. So long as your values differ and your positions differ, conflict and even opposition will arise. That kind