In the long-term imitation of Becky's philosophy of dealing with things, I have become accustomed to actively creating conflicts and replacing thinking with feelings. Regarding my life's issues, I think there is only one left, which is to find someone like myself. However, on the way to this goal, there is not only no path to follow, but also not a glimmer of light. Sometimes, I feel that life, after a smooth journey, is more like a dark tunnel, an endless vast sea. Every time I think of this matter, immense regret instantly occupies my mind, but it takes a long time to recover...
Before the plot progresses to the second chapter, returning to the village, I encounter the still unstarted little pilgrims. The answer from the bumblebee is the wisest sentence in silksong.