Jiang Feng, harboring an unspoken secret, quickly washed up and returned to his room. He turned off the lights, got into bed, and lit up his phone's screen.
Thanks to the screen's glow-in-the-dark feature, he could see clearly even in the pitch-dark room.
Now, in his item bar lay three segments of memory, each from a different person—Jiang Xiaoran, Sir, and Mrs. Jiang.
What excited Jiang Feng the most was, of course, Mrs. Jiang's memory.
After all, which grandson wouldn't want to see what their own grandmother looked like when she was young? Or even during her middle age, for that matter.
Neither Sir nor Mrs. Jiang had any awareness of taking photos when they were young, so not a single picture of them remained.
With a heart full of excitement, Jiang Feng gently touched [A Segment of Zhao LanHua's Memory] and clicked Yes.
In an instant, Jiang Feng was enveloped in dense fog.
