Standing in a corner of the city and reading the city, my heart is ups and downs, what kind of definition should I give her? Hustle and bustle, sunshine and prosperity seem to be the eternal theme of the city, for which people flock to show off tirelessly to the main theme and remain loyal. Little did they know that as dusk approached and the sun set, the city would be revealed. It can be seen that there must be dark corners behind every period of time? In the depths of the innumerable cement forests, there are endless loss and hesitation? Those fruitless pursuits are no match for the whirling wind and clouds, and the clouds that float over the tall buildings are just clouds that gather and disperse at times, and disappear in a flash.
I finally understand that the city is just a devil in colorful clothes. The rich and powerful can drive her to gallop proudly and brilliantly, but the incompetent will eventually become slaves and be driven by her. A city, a big entertainment place, someone serves and someone pays. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com