"But you're human, and so are others; you can't treat everyone else as ants."
"I know." Chen Yan spread his hands: "But... I sometimes can't control my attitude."
Lin Qingquan sighed: "Understood."
"Since you understand, tell me, can this problem be cured?"
"It's quite easy." Lin Qingquan chuckled.
"Go ahead."
Lin Qingquan looked at Chen Yan's face and said calmly: "It's simple, just take a few beatings, and you'll be cured. After taking enough beatings, you'll understand that this world isn't yours to do as you please, you'll know how hard concrete is, you'll know why flowers are so red."
Chen Yan thought seriously about it, surprisingly nodded: "Makes sense!"
He looked at Lin Qingquan: "Just a few setbacks will do?"
"Not enough." Lin Qingquan sighed: "You'll also have to rebuild your self-awareness with a very clichéd word—morality."
Chen Yan nodded again, understanding Lin Qingquan's point.
In this world, there are two forces that constrain human behavior.
