Humans are social animals that need a sense of belonging.
Because of this sense of belonging, there is the urgency that smoke from signal fires lasting three months is worth more than home letters made of gold; because of a sense of belonging, there's the warning that the exuberance of Nine Provinces relies on the wind and the thunder, and the silent plight of ten thousand horses is indeed sorrowful.
Family, country, the world—all are manifestations of a sense of belonging. For these four words, people will willingly lose their heads and shed their blood without a second thought."
Tang Xian's expression gradually became serious:
"Regarding Tang's identity, I have my own conjecture. He is now an unknown, a unique existence.
I want to raise him as a human being, I want to give him a sense of belonging. This process is reciprocal; I recognize him, and only then will he recognize me.
So I'm not just pretending to care, being kind to him is a survival necessity."