485: Biting White Frost, Bones Corroded and Souls Broken

"...For forty years, Frostplate's population had not changed at all. But in reality, the older generation of natural humans had either chosen to leave or died. We new-generation custom-made humans had never received any emotional support from this society or our families."

Kailashim said,

"Though we could barely be considered comfortably fed and clothed compared to the Outland People, our spiritual world was utterly empty. Other than corporations and the state, we didn't know what else there was to live for."

Everything seemed to have gotten worse.

Kailashim's words left the white-haired woman silent for a long time.

How was she supposed to reprimand him? Or question what he had said?

No matter how hard she tried to prove that their lives were far better than those in the Outland, it would only deepen the divide in their understanding.

She had known long ago that the people of the Four Nations had never considered the suffering of the Outland truly terrifying. The more she said so, the more curious they became, even planning to seek true love in the Outland or the White Plum Army's controlled territories.

Rather than let him bring disaster to the Outland, she might as well let him fantasize here.

Holding her cup, the woman realized that forty years had already been far too long.

People living in this era simply could not find any fulfillment in family or social relationships. They relied on the credit of corporations and society to maintain their connections. There were no inheritances, no legacies, and even culture itself had become meaningless.

Did Dai Weilin do the right thing?

The woman supported her forehead with one hand, ran her fingertips through her hair and brushed it back, her gaze complicated.

Blindly pursuing equality had instead made everyone exactly the same.

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