The rain fell like icy needles, piercing every inch of Lin Mo's skin.
He stood on the edge of the 33rd-floor rooftop, his phone screen gleaming coldly in the rain. Two messages had decided the end of his life.
[Mr. Lin Mo, due to a strategic restructuring, your position has been eliminated. Your N+1 severance payment will arrive next month.]
[Lin Mo, let's end things here. The engagement is off, and I'll return the bride price. I wish you all the best.]
All the best? At twenty-eight, he was a programmer with barely fifty thousand yuan in savings. In this first-tier city, he couldn't even afford a bathroom. Now he'd lost his job, and the girlfriend he'd been with for seven years had left him, too.
“What a complete failure...”
He took a step forward.
As the sensation of weightlessness swept over him, Lin Mo suddenly thought of the jujube tree in his parents' yard, and of his mother saying, “Come home if you get tired.” But now, he couldn't go back.
In his final moment of consciousness, he seemed to see something glowing on his chest: a dusty gray stone bead he'd bought for fifty yuan at a street stall last week. The vendor had claimed it was an “ancient meteorite.”
“Fake... You're fake, too...”
Darkness swallowed everything.
Hello, my name is Prince Dark Horse. I was originally a white horse but was covered up by your light.