Contrary to Li Yan's expectation that Chen Pingchuan would fly into a rage out of shame, his voice, though tinged with laughter, carried an inexplicable melancholy.
"You wouldn't understand."
He paused, his gaze seeming to pierce through the layers of darkness toward some infinite distance.
"The world we live in is far crueler than you can imagine. The truths hidden behind the power and wealth of the lavishly dressed elite are darker and more shameful than you can comprehend.
"Often, the line between good and evil is as thin as a cicada's wing—a barely perceptible membrane. A gentle poke is all it takes to shatter it, reversing good and evil in an instant."
After he finished speaking, Chen Pingchuan fell into a silence, as if lost in unbearable memories.
