Ning Shiqi finished saying all that, then paused for a long time before adding, "Uncle Ying, I've already lived for far too long."
So long that He had truly gone numb, could no longer find any meaning in being alive, so He really ought to leave, to go and do something meaningful, something He was actually able to do.
Instead of continuing to hide here, continuing to ponder the meaning of His own existence.
That sentence of His left Uncle Ying completely stunned, and he had no strength to refute it.
Indeed, to have lived too long, so long that life itself had become a kind of numbness and weariness—so what danger was there left to care about?
"Get up." Ning Shiqi saw Uncle Ying still kneeling and spoke.
Uncle Ying rose to his feet, wanting to say something more, but in the end he still couldn't open his mouth.
So be it. It was rare that Young Master finally had something He wanted to do; this, perhaps, was not a bad thing at all.
