C1913 Wenxin mingming dao

Countless voices followed Lin Bai's body and lingered in the mist, reverberating between heaven and earth. That sounds were like weeping and crying, like the blood of a cuckoo, and their words were filled with confusion and pain.

That was Lin Bai's questioning of him, that was his doubt of himself, that was his interrogation of his own heart.

If I wasn't me