Especially since he possessed strength that seemed remarkable in the eyes of ordinary people, he did not want to become a conceited and entitled person, but instead aspired to be a common citizen of the Huang City.
Someone he was very familiar with and missed a lot once told him he should strive to be a kind, gentle, and just common person.
He always remembered that.
He dared not forget.
Walking on the street, looking up at the sky with a slight smile, he savored the nine-to-five life, which made him feel alive in the beautiful Huang City.
Back in the district.
He noticed the changes; these were the effects of reform. Upon his return, he smelled the fragrant aroma of rice from the shops, a smell that suggested life might be incomparable to before, but at least everyone could eat their fill and not worry about starvation.
He knew all too well the pain of hunger.
Once penniless, the delicious aromas drifting from outdoors made his saliva uncontrollably flow.
Nightfall.
