The World Is Sick and I Have Medicine

The world is sick, and the disease is not serious. Everyone has some "sickness" in them, and they call this "price." Some people sneeze when they talk, and some people's hearts beat fast when they encounter danger. My name is Xi Yan, and my problem is that I cannot feel joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. So they all thought I was a soft persimmon. Until one day, they discovered... I, it seems, can eat up other people's "faults."