"What else can life teach us besides submission?"
"Is there still a gloomy life? An opaque youth? A low-scoring exam paper crumpled in the table? A mouthful of sour water to swallow?"
"Also... Being disliked..."
He stood on the concrete railing of the rooftop, trembling as if drunk. Jiang Xiaoli leaned against the cement railing of the rooftop entrance. She couldn't see Xu Wanli's expression clearly in the backlight, but his aggrieved voice immediately captured her heart.
She recalled the little boy chasing the car in the flying yellow sand. He fell countless times but still kept running forward. However, he could not keep up with the speed of the car and had to be left on the spot. There was no use crying!
Of course, Jiang Xiaoli just stood on her balcony and watched the scene curiously. She did not help the little boy up dramatically, and was not so kind that she cried with compassion. She just thought in her heart: "Fortunately, that's not me!"
Jiang Xiaoli woke up from her memories and suddenly smiled: "In this case, then go to hell!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she rushed forward and pushed Xu Wanli off the rooftop.
Intention: In a barren life, we ourselves are the rose