What meets the eye may not be the whole truth, and deep feelings matter less than a multitude of words. Better to ascend the tower and not let this clear autumn go to waste.
"By the way, Alin, I've always wanted to ask you: what do you think living is all about?" Muyin let go of her smile and looked at Alin with utter earnestness. She had been pondering this question for a long time, yet had never been able to figure it out.
To her, time was meaningless—the passing years were merciless, yet they could not fade her beauty. Time flowed on, merely teaching her to grow accustomed to solitude. And she was strong enough that she needed no one to protect her.
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