"Those with perfect childhoods, please be quiet; it's time for us to discuss our scarred childhoods." Xiao Douzi, wiping tears from her eyes, added, "It made me think of my childhood too, getting beaten for stealing money from home to play games. I was really miserable back then."
"I think you deserved it, and looking at your attitude now, they definitely went too easy on you back then."
"What's wrong with kids liking to play games! Besides, it was clearly my parents' fault for not giving me money to buy games."
"I really do think they went too easy on you!" Huang Ping said, nodding seriously.
After an excited discussion about various aspects of the game, everyone agreed that the game was truly artistic.
It was like a diary that the player had written to themselves; opening it brought a rush of past memories, uncontrollably transporting them back to the era of their youth.
