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When I came out of the company, it was already 23:00 in the evening. The streets are brightly lit but sparsely populated, making it a great place to enjoy the night view. She still remembers that when she was a child, she always thought that she would live a very good life when she grew up: she would have a comfortable little house, a white puppy, a close lover, and a pair of lovely children; but now that she has grown up, she realizes that living a good life seems to be a very cute and unattainable existence, because now in this densely populated city, just feeding herself has taken up almost all her energy, and there is no extra energy left to share with others. In fact, because I have been single for so long, I have become unable to even like someone. "None of these thousands of lights has something to do with me." Thinking of this, she gave herself a hint of ridicule imperceptibly. Thinking about her mother complaining to others, saying that she had not called home too much recently, but after working overtime for 21 consecutive days, when she walked out of the company at this time, she was worried that she would suddenly die on the street. "What can I do? Life is not easy, and who can say that I am easier than others?" Fortunately, the weather forecast shows that tomorrow will be cloudless again.