An Zhizhen was a strange person.
She knew this very well but never considered it to be a defect of any kind.
This was not an innate physiological shortcoming, but a subtle deviation that had arisen between her personal cognition and societal common sense.
If society was like a massive machine, thunderously churning, there were always a few gears, mismatched in size or excessively worn, that did not fit.
Some saw this as a dysfunction or imbalance that needed correction, like a disease that required treatment; but in her eyes, since common sense was not a natural state but a man-made construct, potentially shifting with each era, there was really no such thing as inviolable sanctity.
But after all, most people ultimately lived on this side of life, and those black sheep among the flock of sheep, in order not to be cast off to drift on the Fool's Ship, had no choice but to keep silent.