In the distant mountains of the landscape painting, there is actually someone there.
That person is actually speaking.
The voice is indescribable, if one must describe it, it's like a bell tolling. Distant with residual sound.
Very calm, very clear-headed.
The listener should have self-awareness, should have self-reflection.
The extraordinarily beautiful female nun said, "If it is for his sake, I am unrepentant."
The voice continued to drift out from the distant mountains in the painting: "Can one truly be unrepentant? Someday, under the green lamp and yellow scrolls, seeing mandarin ducks intertwining their necks, seeing fish swimming side by side... Can one truly be without resentment?"
The female nun was silent for a moment, said, "I do not regret this moment."
"Foolish child." The voice from the distant mountains seemed even further away, as if the speaker was walking further into the distance.
