"Such peaceful days..."
Meng Lang did a set of broadcast exercises on the balcony and stood there watching the dog-walkers, toddler-walkers, and the hurried office workers in the community below...
He sighed with some emotion, then walked into the study...
During these days at home, Meng Lang hadn't read any "books," taking the rare opportunity to "empty himself" and thoroughly enjoy a vacation.
Setting aside the "number of readings" side effect, he felt that since he had started using the cheat, he might have been wound a little too tight.
Every day his mind was full of how to achieve a small goal each day, how to lay out his investments, how to save himself, how to save the world...
Even dating seemed like a strategic mission to him, his mind full of weighing pros and cons and pondering gains and losses.
Perhaps Mr. Duan was right, the burden of self-redemption and redeeming others was too heavy.
His life shouldn't just be about survival and death.
