"You kneeling like this isn't a solution."
Yang Yu approached with a smile and reached out his hand to Iyas,
"First, straighten your back."
Finally regaining Yang Yu's recognition, Iyas looked at his extended hand, her eyes brimming with tears, and placed her hand in his.
"Iyas, people often say that some die at eight and are only buried at eighty. Today, I won't bother you with such morbid thoughts."
Yang Yu gently pulled, ushering Iyas to stand up again.
"What I want to tell you is that some have lived for a long time but only actually lived into their teens. Most of their time is spent reminiscing about their youth, living in the shadows of their past repeatedly.
They become unwilling to accept others' opinions, unwilling to progress with society, only believing in what they themselves believe, eventually becoming like frogs at the bottom of a well.
