"Your transformation is really something!"
Blood trickled from his cheek down to the carriage, yet Clown didn't rush to answer Fu Qian's question, instead expressing his own thoughts.
"Now I believe that you don't wear a mask out of cowardice, because you seem indifferent to other people's disdain."
"Thanks for the compliment."
If someone else had said this, Fu Qian might have thought it was sarcasm, but it was obvious that the person before him meant it as genuine praise.
"So you haven't answered my question yet, why do you dislike carriages?"
"It's simple, because it's the most tedious of all things, representing the dullest aspect of this place."
Clown gestured with both hands, mimicking a rotating motion.
"Smooth, stable, never-ending; every time I see it, it's like in a movie theater when you're watching an exciting scene and suddenly turn around to find a spool of film, reminding you that everything has already been predetermined."
