Everyone exists,
wandering in all parts of the world.
The dastardly stand on high, bending over to ridicule all beings, arrogantly dreaming of kicking equality to the curb and running rampant to divinity.
Little do they know that they are the base, they are the vile, they are the greedy.
The strong don't need recognition.
Because a king disregards the insignificant ants beneath his feet, sympathizes with the pride of the weak, and scorns the challenge of the defeated.
Because a king is noble and unworldly, not needing to be superior to others with arrogance.
This was a song from Tang Wu's early years, titled "King."
At this moment, Shi Lingyan immediately thought of the melody to this song upon hearing Shi Mei's words.
Shi Mei sobbed, clinging tightly to Shi Lingyan as if afraid she would fall, while also rubbing against him, choking out, "It really hurts."
Shi Lingyan pursed his lips, lightly stroking Shi Mei's head with his palm.
