C468 He Sighed at His Bad Luck

Moreover, he had nowhere to go, so he could only find a piece of paper and dab it on the ground. He sat on top of it, leaning on the thick pier of the Sky Bridge, with his hands around his knees, looking up at the pitch-black night sky. He had a kind of desolate feeling, but he was also feeling extremely helpless, as if he was giving people a feeling that this person had a story on him