"Corrupt dirt, dirty worms, drifting with the crowd, blind arrogance, hypocrisy and despicability, desolation and dilapidation. What is the meaning of these things?"
"What about you? Why do you exist?" The man raised his eyebrows, looking forward to what the other party would say.
"Clear."
"Is this a butterfly?"
"Butterfly?" Ying Lian chuckled, and his clear voice revealed a disdainful dignity. "It's Shiraz."