Obviously it was a sunset group, but it exuded a vibrant spirit.
However, all this seemed unrelated to this lifeless young man...
Meng Lang, with dark circles under his eyes, moved his arms mechanically along familiar streets with vacant eyes.
And this slightly noisy peace and daily routine, in Meng Lang's current eyes, seemed like a dreamlike illusion, like foam that would shatter at a touch.
For these ordinary people, being unable to foresee the future might be a good thing.
At a certain moment, he just wanted to escape desperately, escape from that study filled with all kinds of "tragedies," to a distant place unknown to anyone.
The sun was shining brightly outside, yet his heart was filled with gloom...
Why think about struggling all the time?
Those who completely resign and reconcile with themselves, aren't they also happy?
Should he give up? But his heart was unwilling.
