The world—this one, the last, and probably any other he had ever inhabited—had its similarities and differences. But without a doubt, people were the hardest to read. Too many variations in character and too many inconsistencies.
Some were comically one-dimensional, while others held grandiose plans far beyond their capabilities, convinced they were far wiser than they truly were.
Xu Feng knew this to be true without question, but he was only human—well, sort of human, maybe human-adjacent. And when peeling back the layers of a person, there was always an element of wonder, of surprise. Until you completely freeze your heart to the world, there is always wonder, a chance at surprise—good and bad.