Nan Zhubin slowly extended his finger, listing things out one by one as if they were treasures from his own collection.
"First, change your own [behavior]—smoking is harmful to health, so I will stop smoking."
"This way, I won't worry about harming myself with cigarettes, and I won't be anxious because of it."
"Second, forcibly change your own [cognition]—smoking is harmful to health, but I won't die in a short time, so it's okay to continue smoking; or even more straightforwardly, others smoke without issue and live to their nineties, so I won't have any problems either."
"This can be considered as deceiving oneself, but for the current life, it can also have an improving effect, at least it won't let negative emotions torture you anymore."
Nan Zhubin was profound.
He looked at Li Minglu.
[His gaze started to drift away from my face, and his eyes were somewhat frozen, indicating that part of his attention has started to think.]
