| classification:metropolis |
| author:The Era of Crimson |
| state:in the series |
| update:(2024-08-31 09:01:47) |
Across the table stood a tall and slender young man, around twenty years old. He was handsome with a humble and gentle gaze, though lacking the youthful vigor and ambition that one would expect of someone his age in this era...,At this moment, the melody of "East is Red" blared from the factory loudspeaker. Several wooden-bodied trucks with canvas tops rumbled toward the warehouse across the street. The drivers inside each sat smoking and puffing their chests out, looking arrogant and unconcerned.,Every day, as soon as I open my eyes, it's mortgage payments, car loan payments, and renovation loans. Where would I have the energy to observe the flowers and plants by the roadside...。