"It's a good idea, but I don't intend to do so," the Mentor replied.
"Why not?"
"Because at this point, if they suddenly find out their entire lives have been manipulated, even their pain and the joy of overcoming it were all imposed, wouldn't that be even more pathetic?"
"You're right, they have the right to know the truth."
"No, I just hope they can die a little less painfully," the Mentor shook his head, "They all like you, dying together with them would be great."
He lowered his voice: "At least for them, it wouldn't be so lonely. If one can die without being alone, that's a kind of fulfillment."
"But I'm not planning to die. I'm only 12, I have a whole life ahead of me."
Ji Minghuan paused, recalling faces in his mind, some of girls in crimson kimonos, others of a big guy running with lightning.
"Someone's waiting for me," he said.
