"Catch this."
He casually wiped the bloodstains off the white coat and then gently tossed it to Feng Yuhuai.
"This is the last gift I can give you, and the extent of my help—a new eye to see the world clearly again."
For this work, his proudest creation, Ge Qingming's heart held a slight trace of personal emotion.
Feng Yuhuai caught it reflexively, feeling a sticky touch in her palm as she looked down at the unfamiliar eyeball reflecting her face like glass.
"Child, don't hold a grudge."
Ge Qingming's voice suddenly turned gentle, like a loving father tenderly advising his young daughter.
"Humans are inherently selfish and ugly creatures. There has never been true trust and assistance between people."
"The beautiful lies woven in the name of love hide nothing but the ugly face of one person relentlessly taking from another."
"Fundamentally, humans are lonely. On this long yet short journey through life, the only one we can trust and rely on is ourselves."
