Actually, they were not alone. Qinghe always preferred to make high-quality friends rather than a multitude of them, choosing to have fewer but better companions. She had originally thought it would be difficult to find genuinely good friends, but along the way, she still made many rewarding connections.
It was her own greed that blinded her to the beautiful things around her. One should be content with what they have. Why should all good things come to her? How many people in the world are so lucky as to have smooth sailing in family, friendships, and love? It was she who was being too sentimental, even imitating Lin Daiyu by wallowing in sorrow without cause.
After a long contemplation, Qinghe's eyes regained their bright shine, bright enough to illuminate the night sky, cutting through the darkness to welcome the light.