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 over to the window and silently watched the darkness outside, giving no answer.
"You've got the wrong person."
Shen Hai finally spoke, but it wasn't 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 Qin Manjiang, the man seemed to be erased and drawn anew, becoming different again.
"Contradictory. Strange." Shen Hai gave his assessment of Qin Manjiang without holding anything back.
"At first, I thought you were like me. Later, you became more like Yang, even like Xu Yi... This is my first time seeing you as you are now, too. 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 see through 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 came after that long conversation with Yan Xiao on the bench at Riverside. Only then had he found his direction.
He wasn't the only one. Everyone was an island.
"I only recently learned who I am myself." Qin Manjiang's voice was calm, but Shen Hai could tell he was serious.
"You've met Jiang Du." For the