The cousins had once ditched classes when they were in middle school. They went to a cinema to watch a crime and gangster film, and both of them promised to become policemen.
Ma Jingtian liked those heroic feelings where they came onto the scene with their own background music. Though why did his cousin also want to be a policeman?
Those vague memories slowly became clear in the midst of the smoke.
He remembered now. His cousin had said that being a policeman was stable. It was a civil servant and a cradle-to-grave job.
There wasn't any dream or perseverance. All he wanted was stability.
The memories made Ma Jingtian cough. The smoke had choked the tears out of him. The person he assumed was on the same path and like-minded as him was actually different from the very beginning.
In the room, Qianmo quietly waited for the cousin to finish crying.
