The phrase hidden behind the mask seemed as though it was written for Han Fei, a question that transcended time and space.
"Even if happiness is a monster, I suppose I would still approach it, right?"
The moment he saw the question, Han Fei had the answer. The less one has of something, the more one tends to care about it.
From the bottom of his heart, he wanted to grasp happiness tightly because he had never experienced it in his memory.
"His mask still bore a resemblance to his own face at first, but in the end, it became a clown covered in paint," F also looked towards Number Eleven's mask: "He wanted to be a clown that only laughs, a clown that doesn't consider sorrow. I feel sympathy for this child's experience, but I don't agree with his approach."
"Maybe he doesn't need your sympathy or approval, right?" Han Fei spoke indifferently, watching as F took away the clown mask and placed it in the backpack brought by the players.
