Fang Yi threw the takeout box towards the barbed wire fence of the abandoned training ground. The water droplets at the bottom of the box seeped down along the cracks in the cement floor, leaving a circle of dark wet marks. He pulled at the old jersey that had been washed white, and the collar was frayed. It was still the uniform given by the club three years ago. It was also the only memory left from the most glorious period of his life.
