Time Flies Like a Shuttle (Please Subscribe)

Time passed like a fleeting dream, the years rushing by like a shuttle.

In the blink of an eye, eighteen years had passed.

G City.

A moving company vehicle bearing its logo was parked in front of a residential building.

"Yeah, move all of these upstairs, to the twelfth floor. Be careful—they're porcelain!"

"Master, handle these gently."

"These go in the bedroom, and these are kitchen utensils."

A gentle, refined woman who looked like a housewife directed the movers. She glanced around, then suddenly knitted her brows. "Xiaoshan? Shanzi? Where the hell did you go?"

Bang, bang!

Amid the sound of a basketball hitting the ground, a teenage boy slowly poked his head out from the side. He looked about sixteen or seventeen, wore a white T-shirt, and had a short crew cut. He looked bright and energetic.

He was holding a basketball. Clearly in the throes of adolescence, he waved his hand and called, "Mom, you keep busy... I'm going to play ball for a while!"

"I'm furious! I'm absolutely furious!"

The housewife was so angry that her fingers trembled.

However, no one noticed that she had been using only her left hand all along. Her right hand hung inside her sleeve, its color slightly different from that of ordinary skin. It seemed to be... a prosthetic limb.

"And Old Han, that damn man... He only knows how to go work at the new company. He doesn't even know to come help me."

The housewife raged for a while, but could only continue with the grand task of moving.

The residential complex's plaza.

Han Shan patted the basketball as he tried shooting.

His family had not originally lived here, but in A City.

His father was a code monkey who had always worked for a major company in