"Um, well, actually this world is mostly like that most of the time, so there's no need to care too much about those things."
When the Rabbit Demon sat obediently on the sofa, staring down in a daze at the bag of potato chips in her hands and making no further sound, An Yang hesitated for a moment and felt he needed to step up and say something at this moment.
His voice echoed in the quiet living room, still quite gentle and clear: "Those strangers whose lives never intersect with yours don't care how much you've given or how much risk you've borne. Of course, they have no way to care about this, because only when you succeed can they see you. They can only see your success, can only see your blinding radiance. If the speed at which you march toward success is too fast—fast enough to make them jealous—then they are bound to be jealous."
"And time will dilute many things, including making them shut up, letting dust return to dust and earth to earth. Through the great waves washing the sand, only those things worth staying will remain."
"Why make yourself unhappy because of the remarks of those strangers? You've already stood on the heights, so why bow your head to argue with those people? Could it be that you still want to go down and argue things out with them? Wouldn't that fail the effort put into climbing up?" An Yang said.
"Hey An Yang, I know you have a silver tongue, but it's the first time I've found out your eloquence is actually this good, speaking even better than singing," Ji Weiwei said in surprise from the side.
The atmosphere was broken instantly.
An You had originally still been immersed in his words, thinking