"Her values are wrong?"
Wei Zijin bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"What do you mean, her values are wrong? Challenging herself for her dreams-isn't that positive and uplifting? I couldn't be more envious of her! That kind of courage, that kind of perseverance-how awesome is that!"
Wang Xiaoliang looked at her flushed face and didn't argue. He simply approached it from another angle, his voice quiet but every word cutting deep.
"Have you ever thought about what her parents were doing back home while wolves were chasing her in Hoh Xil, when she didn't dare close her eyes for two days and two nights?"
Wei Zijin froze.
"When she got caught in a blizzard on a plateau five thousand meters above sea level and nearly froze to death out there, what were her parents doing then?"
Wang Xiaoliang stared into her eyes.
"She suffered hypothermia in the snowy mountains. Her parents probably hadn't had a single peaceful night's sleep since the day she left. Her dream was built on her parents' suffering and anguish, day and night. You call that positive and uplifting?"
Wei Zijin fell completely silent.
The stubborn defiance on her face slowly deflated like a punctured balloon.
She sank into silence.
Seeing that he had gotten through to her, Wang Xiaoliang drove the knife in once more.
"Besides, don't you think she's exaggerating a bit? Running into a wolf pack, alone? Hypothermia in the wilderness, with nobody to rescue her, basically means death. How could she possibly have recovered on her own?"
Those words were like a bucket of ice water dumped over Wei Zijin's head, instantly snapping her out of it.
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