"..."
An Ning didn't speak further.
She looked at him.
Her expression was puzzled, or perhaps, annoyed.
"What's wrong?"
"I just can't understand, from the past to now, I completely can't understand."
An Ning crossed her arms, unable to hold back any longer, she asked unhappily, "Ji Jue, there's something strange about you... Why do you insist on doing things? Is there something so important that it can only be done by you?"
Ji Jue shrugged, "If..."
An Ning shook her head, interrupting him, "Do you mean everything must have significance? To what extent is enough? To what extent will you be satisfied?"
"..."
In the silence, Ji Jue remained quiet.
As if he didn't understand her meaning, or perhaps, he actually understood long ago, but didn't know how to respond.
Constantly chasing meaning and results, day after day rushing forward tirelessly, without a break, stumbling upward... Does such a life really have an end?
