These days, Jiang Chen had been very free.
Despite finding those surveillance devices in his room, he didn't bother to care who did these vile things. Everyday he just chatted with his parents, took Ayesha to the places where he spent his childhood, took several photos with his mobile phone and sent it to the three people in the apocalypse to satisfy their curiosity.
"This is my high school," Jiang Chen explained to Ayesha. Standing in front of the gate, Jiang Chen stared at the building with a sense of nostalgia.
It was where he spent his youth with sweat and tear.
Reminiscing his past, he used to be a youngster who would blush and had his heart beat faster just by merely touching his seatmate's hand accidentally. Back then, he used to be so naïve and innocent.
"Did you attend high school?" Jiang Chen casually asked.
"Didn't get to finish it. The school was destroyed," Ayesha responded blankly.
What an utterly tragic memory.
