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Chapter 364

Chapter 364 Completely Different Worldviews

Hearing him say this, I was taken aback for a moment, quite unprepared. I couldn't help but laugh and nod my head.

Having packed and ready to leave, we were waiting in the hotel lobby for William to arrange the car when Daniel and Sebastian also came down. Seeing us, they both paused slightly, seemingly taken aback. Sebastian pushed Daniel closer, looking at me and said, "Ms. Conner."

I looked at them, both had changed into casual outfits, seemingly planning to go somewhere for fun. I couldn't help but laugh, "Are you guys also going out?"

Daniel nodded, smiling faintly, "Hmm, going out for a walk, what's this about?"

"Likewise, the kids at home have never seen a primeval forest and they want to see it," I said, without asking them where they wanted to go.

Sebastian paused, surprised, "Ms. Conner, are you also going to the primeval forest?"

I paused and said. "Are you going too?"

Sebastian nodded, somehow hesitatingly looking at Daniel. He didn't seem happy, but rather a bit worried.

Daniel's expression was unscathed, he just looked at me with a faint smile and said, "That's perfect, let's go together."

I nodded, feeling it was no big deal. After all, we were all going to have fun, and it would be lively together.

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Sebastian hesitated, then said, "Mr. Monroe..."

Daniel merely glanced at him indifferently, his expression unchanged.

Springbury was not like River City, filled with skyscrapers. Most things here retained a natural, primitive flavor. Humans did not overly encroach here, and plants and animals grew harmoniously and densely.

Hermosa was a child, her perception of nature seemed to be much more genuine and straightforward than adults. As soon as she arrived at the primeval forest, she was pulling William to climb to the highest place.

Helplessly, William could only take him first.

The few who were left were either elderly or pregnant women, and of course, there was one in a wheelchair.

Sebastian and I naturally couldn't follow, so we sat in the animal performance area with a group of people.

After sitting for about half an hour, the audience area was filled with constant applause due to the wonderful performance of the animals. I honestly felt bored, so I said goodbye to Emma and the old lady and left.

I found a spot by a fish pond in the scenic area to sit and space out. I like to space out in quiet places.

When Daniel arrived, my mind was still dull. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of a large group of goldfish in the pond, I wouldn't have reacted for a moment.

Realizing that someone nearby was feeding the fish, I glanced

sideways and saw that Daniel had already thrown out most of the fish food he was holding.

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"How did you get here?" I blurted out.

He handed me the fish food, smiling faintly, "You feed them."

I took it, still waiting for his answer. He responded with a non sequitur, asking, "Don't you like watching animal performances?"

The fish in the pond huddled together, gulping down the fish food floating on the surface. I threw a handful towards the area with the most fish and responded with a faint, “Hmm." "Why?" He was indeed a man of strong curiosity.

There wasn't much fish feed left, after a few handfuls it was gone. I put away the empty bag, pursed my lips, and said, "If a person wants to perform on stage and receive applause, they must put in a hundred times the effort off stage. This is even more so for animals, who are forced to perform according to human preferences. Humans perform out of love and passion, at least it's their own will. But it's different for animals. They are forced and arranged in places that don't belong to them, helplessly and unwillingly accepting the same repetitive actions day after day. They mechanically perform actions that humans like, to win their smiles and applause, to earn profits for those who torture them, and they never gain freedom until they die."

The sound of Daniel's laughter reached my ears, I couldn't tell if it was mockery or ridicule. I glanced at him sideways, he was handsome, and his laughter made him even more so.

Seeing me look at him, he reined in his laughter and looked at me, saying, "Tabatha, in your heart, anyone who is weak is pitiful, right?"

I really didn't know how to respond to that remark, but I had a feeling it wasn't well-intentioned.

pursed my lips at him, "Is it wrong to pity the weak?"

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He nodded, inditlerent. "Yes, but also no Everything in the world has its own rules of survival The strong survive, the weak perish, and no one can change that. The animals forced to perform are foolish, overly trusting of others, which is why they are captured and tamed. In this world, there are countless animals like them that are free The same goes for people. Those who can't live well, who are oppressed and bullied, they deserve it. Who's to blame if they're not hardworking enough, not ruthless enough, not vicious enough, not strong enough? The root of all suffering comes from their own weakness"

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