Gu Jianlin sat on a bench under the shade of a tree, intertwining his index fingers and thumbs, peering through the irregular diamond-shaped gap at the bustling traffic outside the long street. He faintly felt the wind in his ears slow down, and the alternating of traffic lights also seemed to slow, as a girl stumbled across the zebra crossing, her miniskirt fluttering.
A faint dragon roar echoed in the depths of his consciousness, as if the world had frozen at this moment.
Countless chaotic and noisy information surged in like a torrent, seemingly trying to flood into the gap between his hands.
His hands trembled, as if unable to bear such weight, and his spirituality was also in turmoil.
In an instant, the dragon roar in his mind collapsed.
The vehicles on the street sped away, pedestrians hurried by, and the girl, holding her skirt down, turned into the corner.
The orange cat on the tree tilted its head and curiously watched him.
"Failed."
