Xu Yanwu spoke to the girl before him about the dream he had had last night.
"I dreamed about things related to you, and many things that could be called regrets."
As Xu Yanwu said this, he looked at Huo An Ran. "An Ran, is there a hand in this world that pulls paths that have strayed from their destined course back onto their original track?"
"Otherwise... why would there still be so many tragedies in this world?"
Xu Yanwu spoke with doubt in his voice.
Afterward, Huo An Ran carefully considered Xu Yanwu's question and finally... gave him an answer.
"Maybe this is fate?" Huo An Ran said.
Xu Yanwu pressed on.
"But since we already know about the sorrows destined to come in the future, don't we have a chance to choose to change them?"
"If we can't even decide our own futures, what kind of... logic is that?"
Xu Yanwu was a little agitated, but before Huo An Ran, he ultimately swallowed the faint trace of profanity in his words.
"If I really could decide my own fate, maybe I wouldn't be here right now."
Huo An Ran said, "Besides, if there really is a hand capable of bringing fate back onto its original track... then at least that proves changes were made to the original fate. Only then would that hand need to change your fate."
With a faint smile, Huo An Ran said, "Thinking about it that way, at the very least, the changes we made were valuable enough to make that hand steer the path back to its original course. Isn't that a good thing too?"
"And besides..."
Huo An Ran lowered her head and spoke softly. "A'Wu, there's nothing perfect in this world. Sometimes, things and fate haven't gone unchanged; it's just that