Zhu Zhengwei sat on the chair, and one could see his complex emotions.
In fact, how could Zhu Zhengwei himself not have complex emotions?
He had always been uncertain about how to face them.
"After all, in his impression, he seemed mysterious and unfathomable, like an Immortal reincarnated into this world, but I am really just an ordinary person."
Zhu Zhengwei felt a slight melancholy.
He felt it was akin to a fan mentality.
Like those fans who always think their idol is a fairy sister descended from the skies: perfect, untouched by earthly grains, doesn't defecate, exuding Immortal Energy, and every word is a philosophy of heaven and earth, a classic of the Dao — even if they do, it's strawberry ice cream, and when they have diarrhea, it's cheese milk foam....
This feeling, is just like a built-in filter, beauty from distance.
Although, the reasons for such a scenario are most likely as follows:
