The bedroom light came back on, its warm yellow glow enveloping Tang Song.
He did not immediately check the newly triggered mission. Instead, he opened the grainy, dated-looking video again.
Quietly, he watched the familiar yet unfamiliar version of himself on the screen.
At eighteen, he had been full of lofty aspirations, his eyes brimming with undisguised hopes for the future.
Beside him were his noisy classmates, teasing him with good-natured encouragement;
Outside the window was the dazzling, almost blinding sunlight of midsummer;
And in his heart was a fantasy of the wonderful life that awaited him at university.
Back then, he had believed that he would only get better and better. He believed that one day, he would meet his White Moonlight at the summit they had promised each other.
It was precisely because those memories had been so beautiful that, when he later left the Imperial Capital, said goodbye to his White Moonlight, and his life completely hit rock bottom, seeing that graduation photo in Deng Yazi's Moments had hurt so piercingly.
The helplessness of seeing his dreams utterly crushed by reality had nearly swallowed him whole.
Thankfully, his dream had come true. The game assets had descended into reality.
Now—
The White Moonlight who had once been beyond his reach had returned to his side.
Those seemingly unrealistic boasts of his youth were also becoming reality, one by one.
He had even far surpassed the boldest expectations his younger self had ever held.
Tang Song let out a long breath, and an immense, almost scorching sense of emotion and ambition surged through him.
"Bzzzt—"
Deng Yazi: "For the past few years, I've always wanted to see our old friends again and find out how they've been doing. But everyone's busy, and we're scattered all over the place,