Night, myriad stars twinkled!
Wang Hao and Guo Zixiang, along with Fox, all sat on the rooftop enjoying the moonlight.
Scattered around them were several bottles of alcohol. Some were already empty, while others remained sealed.
Fox, slightly tipsy, pointed at the distant desert and said, "Old Wang, Fox, look at that desert, it's boundless. Compared to it, we are as insignificant as the dust beneath our feet!"
After finishing, he stood up and looked up at the starry sky at a forty-five-degree angle.
"The starry sky is even more vast, if the entire universe were a desert, Earth would be nothing more than a speck of dust. These days, I've been thinking, what are we living for, after all? In a hundred years, won't we all turn to dust, and who will remember us then?"
Guo Zixiang, moved by Fox's sentiments, also began to reflect.
"Fox, don't think too much, life is short, make merry while you can!"
