"Ah..." Granny Hua shook her head, looking at Sima Ji with regret. "Child, you're always so indifferent to these passionate emotions. You'll chill the hearts of those around you. Once their hearts grow cold, the roots rot, and no good fruit can grow."
Alan raised the Teddy Bear in his hand and earnestly objected, "Exactly! Memories are wonderful! They remind you of your mom and dad, and your warm home!"
"Wallowing in the illusory happiness of the past is more troublesome than wallowing in sorrow." Sima Ji gave him a cold glance. "Sorrow stings your nerves. At least it makes you aware of problems in reality to some extent. Illusory happiness only numbs you completely, making you forget your current predicament and reducing your efficiency even further."
"You talk about efficiency all day, but what do you need to be so efficient for?"
"To improve myself, of course."
Alan muttered unhappily, "What good does improving yourself do? Do you really think a God will choose you as the ultimate winner? Big Brother Sima, you think far too highly of yourself!"
"Improving myself is better than wallowing in meaningless emotions and doing meaningless things." Sima Ji's reply was even colder.
"But you're too heartless!"
Sima Ji glanced at Alan. "If I weren't this heartless, if I didn't devote myself to improving, how could I possibly stand alongside you two?"
After Sima Ji finished speaking, Alan and Granny Hua both fell quiet for a moment.
Resentment and jealousy flashed in both their eyes.
Though the three stood together, Alan and Granny Hua's attitudes toward Sima Ji always carried a faint trace of malice.
That malice mingled hatred for Sima Ji with regret over certain things.
Alan said, "You really are impressive, Big Brother Sima. Apart from you, I've never seen an Origin