C222 Memories of the past

A lot of footsteps could be heard. I heard one of the sounds that sounded particularly loud. It was definitely Lih Yan.

Time is indeed a butcher's knife. No matter how much I hate Lih Yan, no matter how much I hate him, I have no choice but to accept the fact that we are incomparably close to each other in many things.

Lih Yan picked me up and surrounded me with a familiar aura