"So, you also think this isn't good?"
In the dimly lit internet cafe, Li Qingming raised his question lightly yet firmly.
"...Definitely, how could it possibly be good," Yang Xiaoyong slumped along with his words, leaning back in his chair. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it silently, took a deep drag, looked up, and sighed, "But what can I do, going out there, out into the world, doing what everyone thinks is the right thing, striving to be the person everyone thinks is good... That's just, just so boring..."
