She was once the most special "observer" in the laboratory - a pair of eyes that could see the color of the soul.
The hypocrites in the rich and powerful families have souls that are gleaming with gorgeous gold, but their insides are as black as mud; the prostitutes and beggars in the streets and alleys have gray and muddy souls, but they will leave half a pancake for strangers on cold nights.
"The pure soul you want has never existed." "Because the cleanest people in the world are the ones who admit that they are dirty."
When the truth is revealed, the laboratory sirens pierce the illusion
"Look, what color is my soul now?"
She smiled: "Like the dawn after a rainstorm - gray, but translucent."
——All our lives,
But in other people's stories,
Find the possibility of your own redemption.
Intention: good and evil