Lou Yu lay quietly on the hospital's floor tiles.
Ji Yun looked towards the hospital's bulletin board, "The Splendor of a Decade."
The newspaper was open to both sides, and on the right, a black-and-white face was printed starkly.
This face was full of scars and grime, yet the features were sharp and distinct. The most unforgettable were those eyes. They contrasted greatly with his appearance, being focused, determined, and fearless!
A newspaper has two sides, and if you want to display it like a collection, you must unfold it.
But in the past, I had only seen one side every time.
The face on this newspaper had always been staring at me.
It felt so unfamiliar to the senses, yet a strong sense of familiarity surged within.
Ji Yun stared quietly, and all the memories from the past rushed back in an instant...
Craftsman Street, the old house...
A wall of medals lined up alongside my own certificates.
