Hudson Wang rubbed his eyes, feeling confused.
The world is so big and individual power is so weak that it seems that nothing we do will be of much use.
He tapped the keyboard a few times, typed a line of incomprehensible code, and thought of some things that happened in the past, feeling a little discouraged.
At this moment, he felt someone pressing his hand on his neck. The palm was large, with thick calluses on the joints and fingertips.
Hudson Wang certainly knew whose hand it was.
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