Nan Zhubin didn't give any evaluation on the visitor's first expression, only nodding to indicate his awareness.
He didn't need to guide further; the visitor's autonomy was strong.
After looking up to see Nan Zhubin nodding, the visitor himself moved his hand to the second card and began his second "falsehood."
The picture on this second card was like this—a solitary black silhouette standing against a dim, foggy background, with blurred edges, making it impossible to discern posture and expression.
"This card... gives me a very depressing feeling," he said, "like someone trapped somewhere, feeling helpless."
[Gaze briefly paused, eyebrows slightly raised, quickly returning to calm.]
[...Is he really telling falsehoods?]
An odd reaction.
Nan Zhubin showed no expression, though he frowned slightly in his heart.
He didn't speak, instead committing all of the visitor's reactions to memory.
At the same time, several guesses gradually floated in his mind.
