"Human beings are always fighting. Do you think that everyone is the same, so there is no need to fight?" On the overpass, the wind blew his hair. Behind him, Tang Yuyan looked at his godless eyes. Looking at those godless eyes, even the moonlight in the sky would be swallowed up. "Compared to such a dark world, gray is not unacceptable."
The wind carried away Tang Yuyan's words, and the sound of traffic under the bridge covered his voice. Before getting his answer, Li Qingxue jumped off the overpass.
Concept: When everyone in the world looks like the same template, even their souls and thoughts are the same, then the world will be so boring. Looking at such a gray future will make people cry.