The two of them exchanged smiles, having come through storms and rains since the beginning of the war. On this not-so-special night, they hit it off unexpectedly. For some reason, Fatty suddenly felt a rush of tears.
Maybe it was because he drank too much, or perhaps the scene triggered his emotions. He suddenly started reminiscing about the past, cherishing those bits and pieces of memories...
"Feng Yi, do you still remember Sheng Qiangwei, and those years at the Martial Arts Hall."
"Haha, how could I forget my first love? Of course, I remember those times." Feng Yi stared into the starry sky, letting out a sigh filled with emotion.
"Yeah, we've both grown up, especially me, having started a family. But still, I keep those times in my heart. Damn it, damn it..." Fatty cried again.
"Haha, we can only move forward by facing the past... What is it, missing the past or thinking of old friends?"
"Both. Have you seen her?"
