Mid-August.
The height of a lush summer.
On a path in the back mountains, overgrown plants and trees shielded the trail from the scorching sun.
Jiang Man stood on the path, looking at the man and woman before him, both of whom carried an extraordinary air.
He spoke calmly, "Are you mocking me?"
Hearing this, Zhang Bai was taken aback. "This is the first time anyone has asked that. Do you think asking that makes it seem like you don't care, or that we're wrong?
"Well, you're mistaken. I was simply stating a fact, nothing more."
"People like him have such fragile egos. They demand our respect, but they never take a good look at themselves," the woman added.
Jiang Man calmly took out a notebook and began to write. "Zhang Bai looks down on me, mocks me for being inferior to others."
Then he looked at the woman, unsure for a moment what to write.
"Bai Qing," Fang Yong said.
Jiang Man nodded and continued writing, "Bai Qing feels I am not worthy of her respect."
