Lu Xin sat quietly on the bar chair, his hand holding Chen Xun's arm.
At this moment, the candles on the bar counter suddenly started to shake. Not only the candles, but the Golden liquid in the four wine glasses on the bar counter also started to shake slightly. On the wine rack behind the bar counter, those broken or empty wine bottles made clear clanking sounds.
Chen Xun's words brought more memories to Lu Xin's mind.
More and more things began to become clear.
He suddenly thought of the orphanage he grew up in.
It was a three-story building with a huge space. It was surrounded by high walls with barbed wire.
He remembered that there were dozens of children living in the orphanage, reading, playing, and listening to the adults talking about the civilized times. He also remembered that there seemed to be a lot of noise, gunshots, crying, and explosions outside the wall.
