The higher a being stood, the more easily they overlooked the insignificant lives beneath their feet.
The faster a "person" walked, the less likely they were to notice the little flowers blooming quietly beside the road.
And now, the ghost standing high above had noticed a flower that had come running to him on its own.
Wu Heng knew another world existed and had even built a passage of mirrors leading there with his own hands. Yet he had never cared what that world contained or what had been born there, nor had he taken any interest in its living beings.
But there was one of them he happened to know.
Because a certain troublesome, stubborn fellow, who insisted on treating him as a "friend," always brought a stack of photographs whenever he crossed through the mirror to reach Fog Mountain, introducing his little brother's latest exploits one picture at a time.
In those photographs, his little brother was cute when he ate, cute when he ran, cute when he wore a dress, and even cute when he cried in secret because he could not find his big brother.
Every time, that "person" would say with a smile, "My little brother is the cutest of all human children."
Wu Heng had never seen any other so-called "human children," but when he first saw that tiny figure, he found himself agreeing with the man for once-
He was indeed rather cute.
Yet neither little Su Bai standing in the doorway nor Su Bai himself knew what the "person" beneath the black robe at the far end of the long table was thinking.
Their eyes were simply drawn instinctively to the figure seated at the end of the long dining table, settling unconsciously on that unmoving yet overwhelmingly imposing presence.
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