Cui Que held her hands, looking at the weak and unimpressive sunset.
For a moment, she felt somewhat lost.
What is the purpose of living?
She just wanted to live a mundane life… so why does even living require her utmost effort?
Simply investigating Russell's family left her with countless thoughts.
His father had become a celebrity while other children were still attending school. His childhood was already extraordinary. And afterward, having chosen suicide after years of intense bullying and being saved and undergoing plastic surgery... It must have been Babel that intervened.
One could say that neither of Russell's parents had ever been mediocre, and it was the same for Russell himself; they were all born extraordinary.
But Cui Que always felt... that it was rather pitiful.
This too eventful and volatile life seemed to be driven by some force, pushing them to act. And the things they gained from these events ultimately seemed to be less than what they lost.
