Do One Thing For Me

"How can bad people in this world live so recklessly? And will those like us, who live by the book, always be bullied by these bad people? How can these bad people live for a thousand years? Why do we have to be a good person?" Zhou Xiaoguang held his elder sister's shoulder and asked as he cried. "If a bad person can live so happily, then why do we have to be good?"

He was right—why must good people die so miserably, and bad people could live so freely? Some of them could even live in beautiful houses and had so many people look up to them?

The teenager's voice had not wholly changed; one could still hear the sharpness and naivety in it. He was crying, so there was also a bit of raspiness in its sharpness.

However, every word of his question hammered everyone's heart.