The afternoon sun is always so warm and gentle, and the balcony in the afternoon is always a good place to daydream. We never know what Jiang Youwei was thinking or dreaming about at the end, we only hear him say: "It would be great if I could become a superior person without working hard~"
The evening routine was naturally unremarkable; the dinner table was a carbon copy of the morning's. If anything, Jiang Youwei glanced in the mirror while washing up before bed. "Is this... me?" He saw only a shirtless, bald, overweight man, his eyes narrowed into a line, his chin covered in days' worth of stubble, his chest thick with black hair, his lower body shrunken into a wrinkled ball from the warmth of the bathwater, and his thick legs like two yams. "This, this, this isn't me!" Jiang Youwei thought frantically. "No, this isn't who I imagined myself to be!" He fought to control his emotions. He rubbed the misted mirror in vain with a towel, trying to see his face, but all he saw was a blur—a human-like face! Jiang Youwei rubbed his nearsighted eyes. Fortunately, the fat man in the mirror was still human, wasn't he? "At least harmless," he consoled himself.
It turns out that people with low self-esteem don't like to look in the mirror.
It was already midnight when Jiang Youwei lay down on his bed. To prevent their silly son from getting upset, Jiang's mother and father had packed up a lot of daily necessities and moved into their new home. "Now only Sanmao is here to keep me company, right, Sanmao~!" Zhumi heard his master calling and quickly nudged himself deeper into the quilt. Jiang Youwei listened to the dull thumping coming from next door and felt a pang of dismay. "Ah, what a peaceful day!"
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On a quiet city night, a shooting star streaked across the sky, its light illuminating every person sleeping by the window. This was nothing out of the ordinary.
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