"..."
Su Ming'an gripped his sword tightly.
All along, he had never truly understood Lin Guang. Even the audience thought that Lin Guang was just a paranoid antagonist.
But as for Lin Guang himself, why he had become like this, why he could become an Agent just 32 years after the Catastrophe, where he traveled after he lost the City of Gods, what kind of paintings he sketched, what music he composed, how he fired a pistol at himself, and how he all alone painfully wrapped his wounds at night when it was deep—no one knew.
All his logical points were mismatched, unable to form a straight line. His actions and words seemed to flow against time.
Even if he regretted, he never regretted his own cruelty but only regretted not stopping Lewis from loving humanity. His philosophy, his malice, his harm to others—he wouldn't even deny them but would openly admit—
Yes, I am such an evil person.
I am such a person.
