The End of the World: Chaos

"Why do you always shoulder all the heavy tasks alone?" Yang Yi teased softly, with concern hidden in his tone, but it seemed as if he casually resolved Hill's worries.

Hill shook his head helplessly, with a hint of bitterness in his smile: "Yang Yi, you are always so free and easy. I really hope I can be like you, fearless and facing all problems."

"It's not easy to be fearless. But it all requires courage." Yang Yi's expression gradually became serious, "The key is to find a way to deal with it. I'm also trying hard, but it's not easy even though I appear calm on the surface."

"You are a calm person because you can always allocate your time as you like and do what you want. But I am trapped between work and responsibilities, and even breathing is difficult for me." Hill took a sip of coffee, as if he was carefully savoring the small comfort brought by the cup.

"Time flies by so fast. Don't forget that you have the right to pursue your own life." Yang Yi leaned back on the sofa, crossing his legs high. "You have tried your best for many years. It's time to relax."

"Relax?" Hill chuckled, his words full of sarcasm. "How can my relaxation be exchanged for a few tickets? How can you travel whenever you want? This residence is not mine. Everything is driven by work."

"While work is important, life should not be underestimated either." Yang Yi's tone gradually became serious, "You need to understand that work is not absolute in life. The life you want is in your hands. Don't let yourself get bogged down in endless work."

"I don't deny it, Yang Yi, but it's easy to argue." Hill put down his coffee, his tone was a little softer, but still with concern, "But the reality is cruel and ruthless. I'm still young, I still have many responsibilities to bear, and there are more people for me to worry about."

"Being young is not an excuse for shouldering numerous responsibilities." Yang Yi's expression was focused, his eyes were like torches, and he locked onto Hill's body, making her feel his determination. "Everyone has his own pace, and life should be like an ideal painting. What you pursue should be worth it."

"But I'm also afraid of losing. If I don't continue to give, won't everything be in vain?" Hill's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes flickered with anxiety.

"Useless fear will only make you lose more." Yang Yi responded calmly, intending to guide Hill to calm down. "Try to find fun in pressure. Everyone needs adjustment. Why not invest some time in new things? You can go hiking, take new courses, or just make a cup of good coffee and enjoy the beauty of life."

Hill was touched by Yang Yi's sincerity, and the depression in her heart was relieved. She stared at the night view outside the window, and she seemed to realize that such a life might contain unnoticed beauty.

"Actually, I'm eager to try it, but I don't know where to start." She murmured softly, her voice as light as a mosquito's buzz.

"Then let's start from now on." Yang Yi stood up, lazily and at ease, "Don't worry too much. Would you like to go to the pottery class together? We can work together, just like children, and enjoy the fun of creation."

"Pottery class?" Hill was slightly stunned. The image of his hands full of mud and various pottery appeared in his mind. He couldn't help but feel excited. "That's an interesting idea. It's a good idea."

"If you are willing, I will take you there." Yang Yi smiled, like a spring breeze, as if waiting for her response.

Hill's eyes sparkled, and he nodded slowly: "Okay, I'll try."

"I've made a reservation for you tomorrow so that we can spend some relaxing time together." Yang Yi's good mood permeated the air, and Hill gradually let go of his physical and mental burdens.

"Yang Yi, thank you." Hill took a deep breath, his tense nerves gradually relaxed, and a rare tranquility emerged in his heart.

"You don't need to thank me, just thank yourself." Yang Yi nodded confidently, "You will find that the colors of life are far richer than before the haziness."

As the days passed, the two talked about the trivialities of life and shared their ideals, and the atmosphere in the room became more harmonious and warm.

"I often wonder what I really want to do." Hill took out his phone and searched for information about pottery courses. "Maybe doing something I love can make me truly happy."

"Yes, happiness should be something to be pursued rather than something to be passively undertaken." Yang Yi sat back on the sofa, smiled slightly, and was infected by the relaxed atmosphere.

As time went by, Hill's mood became more cheerful. The trivial affairs before him no longer seemed heavy, but became simple and beautiful in the fragrance of tea and friendship.

As the night deepened, Yang Yizi's apartment still exuded a rich aroma, but the chat between the two had obviously turned into another kind of warm atmosphere. Perhaps, living here, sunshine, coffee and friendship are the best comfort and support.

"I think what I yearn for is to pursue my true self." Hill looked at the stars outside the window, a smile appearing on his face.