"Did you run into trouble?" Looking at Charles' dispiritedness, Constantine grew confused.
"No." Charles shook his head and squeezed out a smile. "Don't worry about me. I'm great. I don't have any morals so nothing in the world can scare me."
Constantine studied him. He knew Charles was lying, and after a while, he shook his head. "The troubles of youth?" Sighing, he lit his cigarette. He had been smoking constantly these days. He could not sleep at night and in the morning, there would be a mountain in the ashtray.
Seeming to remember something, he could not help but laugh at himself. "Before, an Easterner called Ye told me a joke. He said that young people shouldn't be sad because of a period of pain. There are many more days of pain in the future…hahaha.
"It sounds heartless but it's true. When I was your age, I often thought that the world would end and grew hopeless. But later, I ran into more troubles and instead grew numb."