The flower stems separated and fell onto the table.
Zhang Zhiyi said, "Destroy it, and that's enough."
Even though Xiahou Shang didn't understand what Zhang Zhiyi was metaphorically implying with these lilies, a strong sense of unease arose in his heart. "Zhiyi, what are you hiding from me?"
"Brother Shang." Zhang Zhiyi plainly told him, "The world is this vase, and people like you are these few flawed lilies. Only perfect lilies have the right to enjoy the world's resources, while the flawed lilies have no right to compete with these perfect lilies for resources."
She gave a strange smile and said profoundly, "Trash should be completely eradicated!"
Xiahou Shang vaguely understood the meaning behind Zhang Zhiyi's words.
"In your eyes, we're all trash, unworthy to live in this world. Our existence is a waste of resources." Clenching his fists, Xiahou Shang asked her, "Then what about you?"
