“Knowledge range?” I laughed in disbelief. “This has nothing to do with ‘knowledge,’ does it?”

“Yan Zhichun… I said I’ve been alone and suffering since childhood. If there were someone who could become my entire life’s hope, I wouldn’t need to say this.”

This was quite a rare situation. I wanted to ask directly, but I was afraid of being somewhat offensive. After thinking it over, Baiyang wasn’t an ordinary person, so asking directly should be fine, right?

“So you don’t even have family?” I asked.

“That’s right.” Baiyang nodded. “My family all passed away when I was a child. Since middle school, the only person in this world related to me… was just myself.”

I suddenly understood a bit where the “divinity” in Baiyang came from. He believed the people in this place were closer to family than those in the real world.

Even if they were a group of strangers, they would be forcibly gathered together because of the existence of the “interview room.” For Baiyang, this relationship would make him think the people in the room were like family members with subtle connections.

He seemed to have no self, yet also seemed to be trapped in a very deep sense of self.

“Yang Ge… among all the people you know in this world, isn’t there a single one you’d want to go back and see again?”

After hearing this, Baiyang squinted his eyes and pondered for a long time, ultimately spitting out two words—”No.”

Hearing these two words, I felt quite regretful… Perhaps Baiyang’s circumstances were similar to mine.

But I was isolated by others, while he might have isolated himself.

If this was truly the case, what reason did Baiyang have to leave?

He had no family and no attachments. He had the mindset of a strong person and magnificent spiritual values. I even felt that the “Land of the End” could better utilize all his talents.

But if he was determined to leave, all I could say was—”Then I have no solution.”

“Is that so…”

“Yan Zhichun, would a person truly carry permanent motivation just because they want to see another person?”

“I just think it’s worth trying,” I sighed. “After all, you have no way to leave for your own sake, so you can only do it for someone else.”

“But what’s the reason…?” Baiyang looked at me uncomprehendingly. “Why would the other person be so important?”

“The reason is ‘love,'” I answered. “This is something in the world that transcends everything else. It can exist above logic, above reason, above worldly conventions.”

After hearing my explanation, Baiyang slowly lowered his head, his eyes somewhat confused.

It seemed that even the most powerful people have things they’ve never been good at.

“Yang Ge… have you never encountered such a person in your life?” I continued. “In a certain moment of being with her, you suddenly have a thought—’If I could spend the rest of my life with her, that wouldn’t be bad.'”

Upon hearing this, Baiyang’s eyes became increasingly empty. I might have truly touched upon his blind spot.

Unfortunately, for smart people like Baiyang, when facing others, he would always feel there was a huge difference between them and himself.

The average person’s IQ is about one hundred, while a Border Collie’s IQ is about seventy. With an IQ difference of thirty, we can clearly perceive the distinction between an average person’s intelligence and a Border Collie’s.

If Baiyang’s IQ reached one hundred thirty… would he view ordinary people the way we view a smart dog?

Yes, if it were me, I wouldn’t know how to fall in love with a dog either. We fundamentally cannot empathize with each other.

“Tell me about it…” Baiyang said. “Have you ever had such thoughts? Falling in love with someone… or wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone else… something like that.”

After hearing this, I naturally felt somewhat ashamed, then slowly moved my left hand behind my back, using my body to block the tattoo on it.

If there were someone who could accompany me, why would I have carved these three letters?

“Interesting. I remembered that tattoo the first time you appeared. Does hiding it now do any good?” Baiyang asked unceremoniously.

“I…”

I knew that in Baiyang’s eyes, I was just a smart dog.

“What do those three letters mean?” he asked again.

I swallowed, feeling that “You’re Not Alone” was like my last fig leaf. Once it was torn away, I would have no dignity left.

“It’s… it’s my surname,” I said.

After hearing this, Baiyang looked at me with a helpless expression, then said, “Are you telling me that the letters tattooed on your finger aren’t ‘YNA’ but ‘YAN’?”

When people subconsciously defend themselves, lies blurt out, even when facing someone like Baiyang.

Interestingly, lies are like Pandora’s box—once you tell the first one, you can never stop.

“Yes… yes. Because I was a student… I didn’t have much money,” I said. “I found a cheap tattoo artist, and they tattooed it wrong.”

Baiyang clearly saw that I was lying, but perhaps to leave me a shred of dignity, he chose not to expose me immediately. He just sighed faintly and said, “So tattooing a name on your fingers… is that some kind of trend?”

“Perhaps. I did see girls tattoo it that way,” I answered. “Cursive script of their surname, or abbreviations of their name letters.”

I felt that Baiyang seemed very interested in this topic… I didn’t know whether it was his curiosity or his thirst for knowledge at work.

“Then what do two people in love do together?” Baiyang asked again. “Spending the rest of your life with another person—wouldn’t that feel monotonous?”

“True love is ultimately mundane, isn’t it?”

Actually, I hadn’t experienced much love myself. I could only tell Baiyang my own understanding. Even if this understanding was somewhat skewed from normal people’s, all I could say was that I tried my best.

“How mundane?” Baiyang asked me.

“Perhaps normally she would wake you up after your afternoon nap, and when you walk out of the bedroom, you’d find she’s already prepared two small dishes you love to eat,” I pondered for a moment and continued. “You don’t have any earth-shattering love story, but you are each other’s only support in the world. You sit together and talk, talking about many, many things. After finishing your meal, you sit on the rooftop, watching the sunset and chatting about memories.”

The atmosphere was silent for another full ten-plus seconds, as if Baiyang was trying to understand the meaning of this passage.

“So love… is two people together, spending time doing many meaningless things?” Baiyang asked in a low voice.

“Yes.” I nodded. “Love is doing some meaningless things that can nevertheless make each other happy and that you’ll remember forever.”

“I see…” Baiyang sighed, his expression somewhat troubled.

“So have you thought of it?” I said. “Has there never been such a person in your life?”

“I’ll think of it soon,” Baiyang said. “Can you help me bring a mirror tomorrow?”