"Lin An, disgusting, right?"
"Why make things difficult for yourself? Why resist all this? Rather than arguing against the possibility, why not accept it calmly?"
"I know you're trying very hard to convince yourself that everything I'm saying is nonsense, sophistry. But have you ever considered that being able to see something and being able to touch it are the same thing?"
"When touching the same object, some people find it hard, while others find it soft. This has nothing to do with the object itself, nor does it really have anything to do with perception. It purely depends on the thickness of the skin."
"By that logic, the world we see is different for everyone. It's neither because our eyes are different nor because our brains are different. Then doesn't that leave only one possible conclusion?"
"The things emitted from each person's 'eyes' are different, like Electromagnetic Waves of different frequencies."
"After all, light is the same."
With an ugly expression, Lin An did not respond to Andrew.
At that moment, he only felt the disgust in his heart growing stronger. Every word Andrew said seemed to be half true and half false. Although Lin An could still find logic with which to refute him, the logic in his own understanding was developing contradictions as well.
Think, verify, overturn, and reconstruct the logic.
He was not merely overturning what Andrew had said; he was also overturning his own understanding.
Especially as the information Andrew provided grew, Lin An had already realized that all of it was truly pointing toward an answer he could not accept.
As if to strike while the iron was hot.
A few seconds later, Andrew suddenly rose to his feet, a trace of sympathy flashing through his eyes.
"Lin An, do you know why you're