"The Nirvana Sutra says: What once was, now is not; what never was, now is; in all three worlds, all is law, yet nothing stands fixed."
All in the world is in flux, what you think you possess now, you may not the next moment; similarly, what you don't have at this moment, you might gain the next.
That day, after seeing off the Song siblings, Jiang Muwan moved a chair to sit by the window, on the 108th floor, over five hundred twenty meters in the air, overlooking the entire financial district. The shock was not merely visual.
But also a kind of psychological redemption.
"I've often heard it said that from a great height, all beings below seem like mere ants, which is why so many people are desperate to climb to that unique, unrivaled position of power," Muwan murmured to herself as she leaned against the chair, her back looking frail from any angle.
Gu Jiangnian picked up a blanket from the couch and draped it over her shoulders.
