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Chu Feng sat in the passenger seat of Wang Weiguo's car, staring blankly at the buildings flashing by outside the window.
Ninghe City was still the somewhat backward northern city it always was, all of the buildings seemingly covered with a thin layer of dust, even the green belts by the roadsides were dull gray.
The pedestrians on the streets wore unattractive clothes, with ordinary faces, colors, figures, and features.
Even having seen them, one would forget all about it after turning one's head.
He began to dislike this place for no reason.
He then thought that perhaps it was because his mood was so bad now that everything he laid eyes on became the original sin he despised.
Actually, in this city, he had many pleasant memories that weren't as unbearable as he felt now.
In his memories of childhood, his mother would often take leave to come back to take care of him, cook his favorite foods, take him out to play, and buy him the toys he liked.
