Nan Zhubin didn't speak, just putting on a suitable expression for the moment.
A son, after mustering up his courage for a long time, tears open his festering wound anew, begging his parents for complete healing, only to receive a response of "I don't see any wound on you."
That effect is absolutely catastrophic.
Then the visitor smiled again. It wasn't the kind of smile meant to ease inner emotions through bodily behavior, but a smile from the heart.
The content of this smile is very complex, and its direction is also complex. It seems to point to the visitor himself, to the story he's telling, or perhaps to something else altogether.
"At that time, I just felt... very absurd." After finishing the smile, the visitor closed his eyes and shook his head, "I... really don't usually talk about this kind of stuff with my parents, and it took so much determination, only to get this kind of reaction."
