As Usual

Ordinary life, for Zeng Wei, is like a soup of water that has been boiling for a long time and will no longer make waves. But life was like a joke to him, presenting everything he had ever dreamed of having in front of him. A black cat and a person walked into his heart with bare feet like this. Was it ever important? Now the light of the future shines through the cracks in the ordinary sun. Isn't the future important?