He was a very meticulous undercover alien.
Gu Ran thought of He Qingyan's paintings.
"Do you want to leave the hospital?" he asked the Illusory Smell Author.
"You think I can just walk out? I have to be cured first, don't I!"
"You sound pretty normal when you say that."
"Most of the time I feel like there's nothing wrong with me, but if you drop a drop of pesticide into a bottle of pure water, even if it won't kill you, no one would drink it," the Illusory Smell Author said.
"You want to become pure water without pesticide?"
"That's just a metaphor, who wants to be pure water? Someone like me, at the very least, is like Moutai."
Perhaps it was this innate sense of self-importance that drove Li Xiaoye to madness, not allowing himself to fail to produce a book.
Ordinary people find it hard to understand, with fame and a continuous flow of royalties, is it such a problem that Jiang Lang's talents are exhausted as one gets older?
