Zhou Yun was a little tipsy.
She spoke with a charming smile.
"Sister Lan, it wasn't until today that I realized I am not a carefree person at all. I am just infatuated with the feeling that carefree exudes, but I'm not genuinely, thoroughly carefree." Zhou Yun said, "It really saddens me to discover the truth about myself."
"Xiao Yun, nobody's perfect. You really don't need to evaluate yourself by this standard."
"I know, I know." Zhou Yun nodded, "I won't do it anymore. There's no standard or not. I just need to accept those imperfect sides of myself, accept my desires for worldly things, accept that I'm just like everyone else, with flaws that I can't change. Most of the time, the sense of satisfaction is just an illusion in an idealistic state. I will gradually come to accept all of this."
"Many people might spend their whole lives without realizing the things you've talked about with me tonight."
Zhou Lan put her arm around Zhou Yun's shoulder.
