Nan Zhubin nodded exaggeratedly, indicating his understanding and agreement.
He then offered some level of "explanation" for the visitor's words: "It sounds like you're a well-intentioned 'outsider' wanting to help them—can I describe it like that?"
The visitor's eyes lit up, nodding vigorously: "Yes, 'outsider,' that's exactly how I feel!"
Nan Zhubin frowned slightly, lips pursed: "This description of 'outsider' seems to resonate with you deeply—though I don't know what you think, my first feeling when I hear this term is loneliness, and powerlessness."
He looked sincerely at the visitor: "After all, you're there to help them, but it sounds like they seem unwilling to accept it? That must be very hard for you."
As soon as he finished speaking.
Very abruptly, but as expected by Nan Zhubin.
The visitor's eyes visibly reddened.
It was unclear whether it was due to Nan Zhubin's understanding or recalling some unbearable past experiences.
