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An Ning stood on the suspended balcony protruding from the outside of the building. The green plants beside her looked messy and lush in the late summer because no one had taken care of them. The branches are scattered horizontally and vertically, as if they are trying to reach somewhere, but they seem to have no destination. The peaceful mood is still difficult to calm down in the gloomy wind. The wind was so strong that the spherical flower pot that was kicked down under her feet was blown to the side. An Ning exhaled and tried to divert his attention. Suddenly, a swallow passed before my eyes, gliding towards the depths of the city. Below the balcony is a pedestrian street, and there are noisy voices. The tall buildings on both sides are like vaults, forcing the sky into a zigzag and dark line. All kinds of aircraft shuttled up and down the dark clouds, and the urban transportation elevators stretched across the buildings like a chessboard, carrying busy people to their respective destinations. People are busy working hard, squandering, and being mediocre. An Ning thought, this era is both advanced and open, but also ignorant and backward.