Hell on Earth

For a long time, I thought you were the smartest person in the world. Then I met Count Mahachi in "Hell on Earth," and my former self-assurance about you changed. A combination of Don Quixote and Kong Yiji, he lives in his own little world, a man trapped in a box. He's so ridiculous and laughable, yet the story behind him is so tragic. I often wonder: do you clever people only see the smiles on others' faces, without noticing the scars deep inside?