Su He was holding the railing with one hand and holding a cigarette in the other, puffing away on the rooftop. There were three or four crushed cigarette butts scattered around his feet.
He squinted his eyes against the bright afternoon sunlight on the rooftop.
In other seasons, the city is always shrouded in a thin layer of gray fog. When viewed from a high place, the gray sky is not far away.
Today, there is no floating cloud in the sky of Nuoda, it is blue and transparent. From where he stood he could see the very distant sky, as if he could have a panoramic view of the entire city if he wanted to.
But Su He was not in the mood to look at the scenery in front of him at the moment. He couldn't see through anything now, and he only felt that the fog surrounding him was getting thicker and thicker.
Where is the breakthrough?
Go live! He took one last puff of smoke, stepped over the cigarette butt, and stepped off the rooftop.
Intention: Why does life come to this?