Chapter 454 - Zi Chuan? Zi Chuan!! (4) (1/2)

Chapter 454: Zi Chuan? Zi Chuan!! (4)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Third floor.

Shen Liangchuan stood quietly in the middle of the room.

Despite all the mystery surrounding this room, all it contained was two shelves.

There were very few items on the shelves.

The light fell on these few aged items, giving the bare room a cold and cheerless appearance.

He extended his arm and very carefully picked up a little copper model.

It was a model of Xiao Qiao.

Years ago, the gaming group had organized a competition for couples. Xiao Qiao had registered them for the competition and both of them were champions and won a prize.

At that time, the gaming group had contacted them as they wanted to send out the prize.

In the competition, Xiao Qiao had used the champion Xiao Qiao and he had used the champion Zhou Yu. Hence, the prize had been a pair of small copper cast figurines of Xiao Qiao and Zhou Yu, made from exclusively cut moulds. Initially, the Zhou Yu figurine was to be sent to him and the Xiao Qiao figurine was to be sent to Qiao Lian.

However, Qiao Lian suggested exchanging the figurines, because…

”We've never met in real life, so until then, we'll make do with each other's figurine! That Xiao Qiao figurine is me! Also, I've asked them to engrave something on the bottom of the figurines. Yours is engraved with the word 'Qiao' and mine is engraved with the word 'Chuan.' So our little figurines are unique… ”

Shen Liangchuan smiled at this memory as he turned the figurine over to look at the word clearly engraved on it.

He gently put the figurine back on the shelf.

This aged figurine with peeling paint was a priceless treasure to him, and he was careful handling of it.

He stood silently and looked at all these things in the room.

Every object represented the beautiful past that they had shared together and standing amidst these memories took him back to that time in their youth. It was a time when they didn't have a single care in the world.

These were memories that he could not pull himself out of.

Before he knew it, the fluffy white clouds gradually acquired a light golden hue from the rising sun.

By the time his thoughts snapped back to the present, it was six in the morning.

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