Her former Dao would only make her regret her choice in the future.
If there is regret, then it is not the Dao.
So, what exactly is her Dao?
Qian Qi pondered over this question.
"We've arrived."
Su Ang's gentle and calm voice sounded in her ear. She snapped back to reality and couldn't help but look up at the young man. "Su Ang, what is your Dao?"
The young man wasn't puzzled as to why she asked such an untimely question, but instead, he earnestly said, "I don't know."
In the past, he didn't have his own Dao; everything was arranged by his father.
But after meeting Qian Qi, it seemed he had found his Dao.
He wanted her to survive, to see her smile, to make her happy.
For this, he was willing to sacrifice his life.
Yet he wouldn't tell Qian Qi.
He understood Qian Qi's temperament. She would never want anyone to sacrifice for her; she wouldn't bear such a heavy consequence and would thus distance herself, never accepting his intentions.
