Nights in Sick Village were quiet.
After Qin Manjiang said those words, the room grew even quieter.
Thick fog shrouded everything outside the window, like a land of death.
Shen Hai walked to the window and silently watched the darkness outside without answering.
"You've come to the wrong person."
Shen Hai finally spoke, but it was not the answer Qin Manjiang wanted.
Qin Manjiang came to Shen Hai's side and followed his gaze into the thick fog outside.
"What kind of person do you think I am?" Qin Manjiang suddenly asked.
Shen Hai turned his head and looked at Qin Manjiang.
In truth, his impression of Qin Manjiang had always been vague. Whenever he had just formed an understanding of him, the man seemed to be erased and redrawn, different once again.
"Contradictory. Strange." Shen Hai made no attempt to conceal his impression of Qin Manjiang.
"At first, I thought you were like me. Later, you seemed more like Yang, even like Xu Yi... And this is the first time I've seen you as you are now. Who exactly are you?" Shen Hai stared at him as he asked.
Qin Manjiang leaned against the window. The boundless fog and darkness seemed to fill his eyes, leaving Shen Hai unable to read his thoughts at all.
In truth, Qin Manjiang had almost never opened up to anyone before. Nor had he been able to find anyone he could open up to.
The change had come that time, after his long talk with Yan Xiao on a bench in Riverside. Only then had he found his direction.
He was not the only one like that. Everyone was an island.
"It was only recently that I learned who I am, too." Qin Manjiang's voice was calm, but Shen Hai could tell he was