Tu Xingjiu was lounging at the balcony of his million-yuan Room 909.
The city has its own charm that some people fail to realize. How the tall skyscrapers form various shapes and outlines over the sky. How the people small like colorful ants littered the streets. How you have come to realize the endless possibilities that the future may be, and how far humanity has come from what it was before.
There was something melancholic about it.
It was like letting something go, but for the sake of moving forward.
Liu Sha sat on a chair by his side, adjusting his glasses. "What are you thinking?"
"Nothing much. Do you know how different the city looks compared to the province?"
"I do. I used to live in a rural area." Liu Sha said.
"And which is better?" Tu Xingjiu asked him.
"I can't tell. The rural areas are dirty, and unkempt, and filled with poor people. I was once part of those people."
