Young people always have limited patience. After this group of young people chattered for a while and shot a few videos, they left.
Feng Jun couldn't help but think of his own younger days. Of course, he wasn't particularly old now, but thinking about his college years, it seemed as if they were an eternity ago.
In fact, his feeling wasn't entirely wrong. If counted from his graduation, it had been only six years. But including the three-plus years in the mobile phone realm, it had been nearly ten years.
In the Earth Realm, his registered age was twenty-seven years old, but his actual age was already over thirty.
Lost in his random thoughts, he wasn't aware of when it started to rain lightly again. He let himself become immersed in the drizzle.
It wasn't until dusk approached that he broke free from his reverie, a momentary puzzlement crossing his mind: Why hadn't Sister Hong been clamoring for dinner?
