"Hope..."
Anderson mulled over the word, his heart churning, especially at what Xu Ye had said earlier. None of this had ever been taught in his textbooks.
Xu Ye glanced back at the residential complex. From the memories of his body's original owner, the blond young man had been annoying, but Xu Ye felt no dislike toward him. Instead, he felt indebted to him.
For someone like him, who had transmigrated from another world, every death of someone around him in his old world had brought cries of grief or sorrow. But in this world, even if over a hundred people died in an accident today, it would probably amount to no more than a news item tucked into a corner of tomorrow's Night Spirit City Daily.
"Do you think they brought it on themselves?"
He turned the question on Anderson. "That if they were diligent, hardworking, and eager to learn, they wouldn't have fallen so low?"
Anderson's gaze flickered, but he still asked, "Why don't they take pride in working? Why do they only think about getting rich overnight, taking shortcuts, or just scraping by?"
Xu Ye grew serious. "Would you enjoy being jolted awake by an alarm at five or six every morning, jumping out of bed, getting dressed, forcing down a mouthful of steamed bun, going to the toilet, brushing your teeth, washing your face, combing your hair, battling through obstacle after obstacle to catch a tram, then working your ass off at a company, doing overtime without overtime pay, and getting home at eleven or twelve at night, all to make money for someone else? Are you supposed to be grateful for that and give yourself a pep talk every day?"
"It's not your fault. It's the times we live in." Xu Ye walked away from