Hearing those words, Pork Knuckle finally understood why humans liked to sigh.
The world was never as simple as black and white. Too many things were impossible to decide, and even its vast database could not find a solution.
Pork Knuckle scratched its head with a fin for a long time. "Master, have you ever considered that Second Master was actually doing it for your own good?"
The moment it said that, Pork Knuckle realized its mistake. Its master was so smart. How could he possibly not have understood Second Master's intentions? He had probably seen them clearly all along.
"Does acting under the banner of 'for your own good' justify every hurt you inflict?"
Pork Knuckle was about to say that was not what it meant, but Ji Ting's tone turned cold. "When I was little, my mother always said it was for my own good, too. She said the water was poisoned, and so was the meat, so she forced me to eat raw vegetables. When I couldn't help throwing them up, she would fly into a rage and shove them down my throat."
"I only learned after I grew up that she had schizophrenia. My aunt told me not to hate her. I don't, but I've never visited her in the hospital. Not once."
"Likewise, I don't hate Ji Yanzhi, either. But he no longer means anything to me."
Pork Knuckle could not find any words of comfort. It knew its master had never been someone who needed comforting, so all it could do was nestle against Ji Ting with its intangible form of light.
Sometimes, it really wanted to open up Second Master's head and take a look inside. Wasn't someone who had been hurt supposed to never hurt anyone else?
So why?! Why couldn't Second