Time felt both long and short.
He couldn't recall how long had passed, only that everything had changed.
There used to be beauty, tranquility, and expectation, and the world still had outlined colors.
"A Tao, we will definitely survive. There is no reason for humans to be defeated, and death is not possible. What's terrifying is leaving things undone, dying without meaning."
Tao Yi leaned against the hospital rooftop railing, speaking to himself, with a warm smile on his face.
He was once a man of despair, with a despairing life, living in a boring world, doing the same thing every day.
This world seemed vast, but it did not belong to him.
The word "death" would flash in his mind occasionally; he hadn't died simply because he thought the world after death might also be boring.
Perhaps even more boring...
Scalding liquid traced the corner of the man in red's eyes, proving his remaining humanity.
