Chapter 17 Going to the Letter_1
Yan Qing rarely felt irritated, and ever since he turned thirteen, he had almost never experienced such a feeling.
If he were to analyze his own heart, to venture inside, it would surely be a desolate wasteland, boundless with not a blade of grass in sight, lacking flowers, trees, water, life. The sky was silver white, devoid of any other color, and the ground was dark soil, unmarked by any other trace.
After becoming a prodigal, things seemed to have improved. Over the past four years, his inner world had become filled with a profusion of colors.
He found his life rather amusing, and even if there still was an area of bleak desolation amidst the riot of colors, what did it matter? At least his world had color.
He had always been determined to make life interesting, and if this was how he was to spend the rest of his days, he saw no issue with it. That had been his resolute decision when he forsook everything to become a prodigal years ago.