The sky was azure, and the blue of the heavens reflected in Shui Qingmeng's eyes.
Her words were direct.
So direct that no one could refute them.
Shen Yue chuckled, "What you see at a glance, Wei Ruoyu couldn't understand in a lifetime, and Du Zijun and the others presumably don't understand either."
The reasoning was simple, yet getting the world to accept it was extraordinarily difficult.
The truth was glaringly obvious, yet people desperately covered their own eyes, choosing only to see what they wanted to.
"It's not that they don't understand, but rather they don't want to change," Shui Qingmeng replied again. "Even though they've experienced catastrophes before, they never want to admit that the crisis was their own creation. They still hope that another mistake could solve the mistakes they must confront."
Shen Yue breathed a sigh, "The way you put it makes me quite worried."
"Worried about what?" Shui Qingmeng asked with slight confusion.
