Tory shrugged but did not say anything else.
“Are you admiring the scenery?" I asked with a smile.
Perhaps it was because of the beautiful scenery, he did not seem as despicable as usual. I decided to stay and chat with him a bit longer.
Tory grinned. "Have you ever stared up at a cruise ship in awe from a little wooden raft?"
I shook my head. "I'm afraid no one has ever done that. A wooden raft has no way of traveling long distances across the ocean, and a luxury cruise ship can never be placed in a small lake. I'm afraid that they'll never have a chance to meet."
"There's always that one-in-a-million possibility."
I shrugged. "Perhaps."
"I've seen it. At that moment, I thought to myself that if I were given the chance one day, I would turn my life around. I would stand on the cruise ship and stare across the ocean."
Tory squinted at the vast expanse of the ocean. "I did it. I fulfilled my wish."
I downed the remainder of my wine, then spoke dryly, "But you're not as happy as you thought you'd be, right?"
Tory suddenly laughed, then looked at me and said, "Are you mistaking reality for a TV show? The protagonist works his ass off and when he finally reaches the top, he feels nothing but emptiness. How ridiculous. I've achieved my dreams and I’ve reached my goals. Why would I feel empty inside? At the same time, those who say that the rich also have troubles and envy the family, friendship, and love the poor have are all nonsense. Only when you become rich and don't have money troubles can you choose to be with the person you like.”
I did not refute his words. I stared at the city in the distance that was becoming smaller and smaller. I asked, "So, what are you lamenting on?"
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