"Everyone says America is paradise, but I don't think it's all that great," Wang Daniu couldn't help but say.
Alice glanced at him and smiled, "If there's no hell, there can't be heaven. Besides, what you said seems off. To be precise, the United States is a paradise for the rich, while the poor live in hell no matter what country they're in."
Whir! Alice floored the accelerator and sped through the area where the homeless gathered, and suddenly, the streets became clean.
On both sides of the road appeared rows of large villas, nestled under the trees.
The sunlight filtered through the ancient trees and spilled onto the bricks and tiles, with the faint smell of paint and the traces of years lingering in the streets.
"This place really has a sense of history! But it feels much more mature than before," Wang Daniu exclaimed.
