C245 Internal Conflict of Humans
From the outset, Xiao Hao had a crystal-clear sense of who he was.
He was no saint, even verging on cold-blooded.
No one had ever shown him how to love the world, after all.
He appeared to be adored by many, yet Xiao Hao was acutely aware of the reality.
Was it genuine affection, or merely a transaction of interests?
He recognized his own thoughts as somewhat extreme
