"What is this?" Lin Song picked up the photo at the bottom of the box, a dusty photo.
Jiang Zhi tilted his head and was slightly startled, "It's the New Year in the old city."
Lin Song was stunned. That was Jiang Zhi's hometown, a city of faith. But it was swallowed up by the sky full of fire and killing. Everything in the old city disappeared, but young Jiang Zhi was left behind.
"The New Year in the old city... Is very lively." Jiang Zhi looked at the sky as if reminiscing, recalling the short but beautiful old city.
"Jiang Zhi"
"Huh?"
Jiang Zhi's hand was gently held
"Let's dig up his grave"
"Okay" Jiang Zhi said with a smile
Hold your hands tighter
Intention: Preference comes first, obsession is for you