"What you call effort is really just struggling against the tide of the era. At the end of the day, it's nothing more than a desperate thrashing in water."
Zhang Hehua gave a bitter smile, "Yes, you're right."
From walking openly into Old Sam's house living room to sneaking in like a thief, she realized that she had been going around in circles for the past ten years, never moving forward a step, only constantly regressing.
That high school classmate of hers, although living life step by step, had managed to keep up with the rising and setting tides of the era, without much effort, living a life much better than hers.
Zhang Hehua couldn't help but ask, "Ten years ago, the Carmenia Federation was so far ahead of Great Xia. Why is the trend shifting in Great Xia's favor?"
She truly couldn't understand.
