chapter 170 The innocent years cannot be bullied

At this time, the convenience store next to me started playing a song that was very popular recently - "Passenger".

As we walked, the sky gradually became brighter, as if we had been to this place before.

The old man with an upturned face looked at me with a smile and whispered, "I remember you."

Yours, mine, memories are like luggage, there are laughter and tears.

I understand that this life that brought me back here has its sincere meaning.

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Nereus...