Broom in hand, Chen Zhicheng was about to sweep up the ceramic shards when he suddenly slumped back into his chair. He covered half his face with one hand, remaining silent for a long time.
'The nagging from my parents, the uncertainty of the future... Am I really going to spend my whole life like this? This dead, oppressive, bleak future... It's a little brighter than absolute, hopeless darkness, but hope is still completely out of reach...'
'A future I can't accept, one I can absolutely never resign myself to...'
"Yo, Brother Chen!"
A cheerful greeting came from the doorway.
Chen Zhicheng jolted as if startled. He looked up and rubbed his eyes. His exhausted face and slightly reddened eyes made him look like someone who had just woken up.
"You little punk, can't even let your Brother Chen get some decent sleep!"
He cursed, but inwardly, Chen Zhicheng was relieved. 'I almost let that punk Su Zhou see me about to cry... So embarrassing for a grown man.'
