Li Zhiyuan nodded.
The boy, due to some parts of his memory still being obscured, couldn't comprehend much from the previous conversation because he lacked the necessary cognitive conditions.
But now, he felt like he understood some of it.
Not only did he feel that he understood, but he also discovered a strange sense of familiarity with the process, this method of insinuating through using numerous references.
Li Zhiyuan frowned slightly, curious about what kind of life he would lead "in the future" where even speaking required such roundabout methods?
"Little guy, did you really understand?"
"Yes."
"Tell me about it."
"You just cared about your own happiness, broke all the paths first, leaving no road for the later generations."
"Crude words but a clear truth."
"So should I blame you for my 'future' troubles?"
