"What do you mean?"
The Interlocutor's face stiffened again at that moment, as if waking from a nightmare only to find he was still in a nightmare, leaving him utterly dazed.
"Think more."
And Fu Qian did not disappoint his expectations, truly repeating the familiar lines.
"Haven't I already told you that I am myself, or is it simply unbearable for you not to mock my situation?"
Even someone as good-tempered as the Interlocutor almost exploded at that moment, directly pointing at Fu Qian's sinister intentions.
"Think more... I know you are you, but do you accept that 'Clown' is you, even if it's under the excuse of pretending to be foolish?"
Unfortunately, this momentum did not affect Fu Qian in the slightest; facing the other, his voice was like the whisper of a Demon.
"Don't rush to conclusions, experience the process of arriving at an answer... how do you define the Clown, how do you define the Interlocutor, how do you define yourself?"
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