"What else does life teach us besides submission?"
"A bleak life? A youth without light? Crumpled failing exams stuffed in our desk? Swallowing down a stomachful of bitterness?"
"And... being looked down on..."
He stood on the concrete railing of the rooftop, trembling like a drunk. Jiang Xiaoli leaned against the concrete doorway at the rooftop entrance. Backlit, she couldn't make out Xu Wanli's expression, but the plaintive sound of his voice immediately seized her heart.
She remembered the little boy running after a car through the blowing sand. He fell countless times but kept running forward. But how could he keep up with a car? He was left far behind, and crying wouldn't help!
Of course, Jiang Xiaoli had only watched the scene with curiosity from her own balcony. She hadn't dramatically helped the boy to his feet or been so compassionate that she cried with sympathy. She had only thought to herself, "Thank goodness that wasn't me!"
Jiang Xiaoli came back to herself and suddenly smiled. "If that's how it is, then go die!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she rushed forward and shoved Xu Wanli off the rooftop.
Theme: In a barren life, we ourselves are the rose
