The wooden box was filled with space for many children's toys, from building blocks to race cars to toy guns… a dazzling array.
Most of them were bought by Ji Zeqiu's parents in the past.
Back then, he had thought these were the last things his parents had left for him, so later, no matter which relative's house he ended up at, he would carry them along even if it meant becoming a burden.
Ji Zeqiu picked up a small race car, and a circle of nostalgic ripples stirred in the stagnant waters of his heart.
This race car had been a gift from his father, complete with a remote control, but due to aging and damaged parts from the passage of time, it had long since been unable to operate.
He carefully placed it on the ground and then took a Barbie doll out of the box, suddenly letting out a light laugh.
Actually, this Barbie doll had been bought by his mother for his younger sister to play with.
