After sending Song Tingting back, Chen Shouyi rode his bicycle swiftly back.
The night began to fall, streetlights already glowing, and silhouettes on the street were sparse.
Chen Shouyi felt an inexplicable sense of melancholy and unease. His relentless pursuit of strength had unconsciously created a deep chasm between him and ordinary people.
It wasn't about status or money, but a difference in the level of life itself.
To some extent, he could no longer be considered human. In front of a demigod-level strongman, ordinary people seemed as fragile as soap bubbles, bursting at a touch. He felt that at least a peak Martial Artist could... coexist with him harmoniously.
Various short videos he'd watched in the past flashed through his mind quickly.
Sigh, it's really annoying!
Do I have to consider strength first before finding a girlfriend in the future?
Chen Shouyi indulged in fanciful thoughts for a while before quickly cutting off the idea.
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