Order is a mask. When you need it, you put it on. When you do not, you take it off.0

Pu’er saw Karon’s hands trembling slightly. At first she thought that he was in pain, but she slowly realized that it was not that. That was because she noticed that tears were leaking from the corners of his eyes and dripping down along the edge of the ashen mask on his face. The sight made Pu’er ache for him.0

She jumped onto Karon and climbed up onto his shoulder. She reached out with a soft paw to gently wipe away the tears from his cheek. “What are you crying for? Tiz already prepared everything for you. You should be happy.”0

As she spoke, Pu’er shifted to his other shoulder and continued to wipe the tears away with a paw. “For all these years, I could feel his pain. The more of a genius he was, the more he suffered, because he walked down his road too quickly. By the time he realized that it was the wrong road, he no longer had any chance to turn back. That is the tragedy of a genius.”0

Pu’er dropped onto Karon’s lap, bracing her front paws against his chest. “Every elder has their own expectations for the younger generation. This has nothing to do with being open-minded or not. Even if they never say it, in their hearts, they always hope that when their juniors walk the same road, they will take fewer detours, avoid the mistakes the elder once made, go farther and do better. I used to be puzzled, puzzled by why Tiz liked you so much. His affection even surpassed the affection that comes from sharing the same blood. Now, I think I understand. In you, Tiz saw a chance to make up for what he lacked. This is a legacy, Karon. Tiz will not leave you. He will only stand in the doorway, watching you shoulder your pack and travel far away, his gaze long and deep.”1

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