Nine out of ten men are bad, and one is mischievous - so I'll look for the eleventh, who might be a Martian.
As a harvester of men, the men around Zhu Yan changed like a revolving door. Poor talents, children of rich families, diplomats, rappers, second generation founders, Kham men, pilots, fitness instructors, poor painters... They are like rivers, sweeping through Zhu Yan's life, stirring up waves of joy or sadness; they are also like stars in the night sky, lighting up Zhu Yan's sky, leaving bright or dark trails.
Everyone is an abyss, and when we lean over to look at it, we can't help but feel dizzy.