"Many things, what you see are actually their true colors. It's just that you are too narrow-minded and can't see through the complexity." Jiang Zhi smiled, took out a piece of white paper, unfolded it flat, and took a pen and wrote a string of English words on it: nightwatchingman. The person opposite didn't answer, just looked at it carefully. "But I only need to add a little bit, and you will understand." Jiang Zhi moved the tip of his pen: night·watching·man. The pen was gently put down, and Jiang Zhi raised his head. His eyes were very dark, bottomless, like clouds at midnight, dark. "Nightwatchingman. Do you understand now?" He spread his hands, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with cold eyes, "Nightwatchingman."
(I won't abandon this book!!! There is a problem with the outline and it is being revised)