Why is this world always full of mutual hurt?
Fang Zheng stood there, staring at the stone pillar before him.
Isn't peace what all intelligent beings long for? We hope to communicate with each other, to live harmoniously, rather than to fight one another. What good does it do, to you, to me, to all of us? It was not my intention to hurt you, but the fact that you hurt me has left me deeply disappointed.
Why is this world always filled with hurt?
Could it be an endless cycle?
Could it be that we can only prove ourselves right by inflicting pain on each other?
Why can't we sit down calmly and talk, exchange our views with one another? Perhaps we could find a new way out. We are the crystallization of civilization; we should learn to use communication, not force, as a means of solving our problems, so...
"Can't you fucking change this damn exchange system?!"
Looking at the exchange system in front of him, Fang Zheng's eyes were lifeless.
Why did it turn out like this?