How big is the world? "
"How big is too big? "
"The size of the soul? "
"No, it's the size of the complaint. "
The evening wind carried the water vapor in the air past the noisy neon lights and slowly landed on the young man's soft gray hair, disturbing his murmurs. He slowly raised his head, his golden-red eyes like the last moment of the sunset, filled with suffocating beauty. He stood indifferently on the top of the light spot, looking down at all living things.
Xiaobai:
Ahaha~ Actually, it is full of laughter~^ ^
Xiaohei:
It's not all your fault. = =
Aquatic:
Well, Master... Master Shen is angry...