"Sometimes I really envy the residents of Ideal City... they're born with a silver spoon in their mouths and have plenty of time to do nothing, while it seems like I've been doing one thing or another since the moment I was born."
As evening fell on Highway Town's inn.
Watching the tourists from Ideal City, Zhou Nan took a sip of his fragrant beer and couldn't help but express his sentiment.
He could tell right away where those people were from.
Their distinctive air made them even easier to recognize than those in blue jackets and the androids.
Sitting across from him, Sun Shiqi smiled.
"What's the envy? You might as well envy those from two hundred years ago. Back then, not only did they have time to idle away, but they also had the leisure to plan our futures."
"Plan our futures?"
"Put another way, speculate on the future."
"Hahaha."
Laughter dispelled the melancholy.
Sun Shiqi clinked glasses with his drinking companion.
