The beggar wore tattered rags and nothing but a worn-out jacket, revealing a back covered with countless scars. His bare feet were thickly calloused.
Clutching a cracked bowl, the beggar sat beneath the office building, his lifeless eyes gazing at the murky sky.
Many of the white-collar workers in the building held their noses and steered clear of him, murmuring about bad luck. Some even contacted security, intending to have the beggar removed.
Xu Lai was silent for a moment.
After parking his car in the lot, he sat down next to the beggar. "What are you looking at?"
"The sky."
"What's in the sky?"
"There's a path, but it's broken. No one can walk it anymore."
As the beggar spoke, his vacant eyes never turned to look at the man who had sat down to talk with him, showing no curiosity about his appearance. It seemed that in the beggar's eyes, only the sky mattered. Everything else was insignificant.
Xu Lai observed the beggar.
