[I can't tell you: In my confrontation and compromise with this world.]
[You are all part of it.]
[So I remain at a loss,]
[unable to account for this pain that cuts to the bone.]
[Just thinking of you, the world reverses in a bright halo of light.]
[Some things we thought eternal, including time,]
[are easily shattered.]
[—(Yu Xiuhua)]
…
"—No matter how they see us as 'heretics,' you won't give up, will you?"
Su Ming'an looked into Xiber's eyes.
Her eyes still held a wilderness-like calm—reminding one of soaring eagles, prairies, and wind.
In the blink of an eye, his gaze intersected with hers, locked by the night wind, as if a sudden tug-of-war had begun.
She stared at him intently, her eyes meeting his, those pale eyes brewing a solitude that could watch through the night.
"I really shouldn't hesitate."
She let go of his restraining hand.
"Go," she said,
"—Become a god among madmen."
Su Ming'an glanced at her, his hand reaching out further.
