By the time it was returned, only a few scattered pages remained.
Staying at her aunt's house, she had to eat cautiously and naturally dared not cause trouble.
She once thought of saving up to buy a new copy for him, but back then, she truly didn't even have five yuan.
And when she finally had the ability to buy it, Tang Song no longer needed it.
He had already gotten a new one and even read the continuation.
Outside the window, the scenery sped by.
Zhang Yan silently looked down, her fingers caressing the comic book cover.
The train of time is much faster than high-speed rail.
In the blink of an eye, 12 years have passed like this.
You probably don't remember me anymore, do you?
...
The train slowly pulled into Xiang River West Kowloon Station.
The carriage came to a stop, the doors opened, and the passengers in the business carriage gradually stood up.
Tang Song leisurely pulled his suitcase and walked towards the front of the carriage.
A short distance ahead.
