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Looking at Wang Guaizi, who had already fallen fast asleep.
Ye Yuan was at a loss for words. He did not know how he should judge this man.
Wang Guaizi was not a good person in the usual sense.
But neither could he be called a bad person.
In Wang Guaizi's own words, he was a good man who considered himself bad.
Ye Yuan knew that unless one had endured another person's suffering, one should not urge them to be kind.
So before understanding everything about someone, one should not casually slap a label on them.
It was like those short videos online.
After watching a selectively edited clip, many people would overwhelmingly condemn the side that seemed domineering.
Yet once the complete video was exposed, most of them would reverse their opinions.
It could be said that this was a pathological form of online hype nowadays.
They used people's self-proclaimed sense of justice to gain attention and create topics.
After those topics and that attention gradually cooled down.
The people manipulating things behind the scenes would release the portions of the video they had deliberately concealed.
Thus pushing the entire incident back into the spotlight again.
Ye Yuan felt nothing but contempt for such people.
Looking at Wang Guaizi, who was sleeping peacefully and harmlessly without the slightest guard against him, Ye Yuan found it difficult to make a move against someone like him.
In the end, he merely sighed softly before turning and leaving.
That sigh was not directed solely at Wang Guaizi.
More than that, it was a lament for the coldness and indifference in people's hearts in modern society.
Ye Yuan, who had spent a year working odd jobs, had felt this deeply.
As dawn broke, deep, rumbling