When Qing Chen spoke into the microphone, the men and women in the safe house felt their blood boil.
They had held out here, waiting day and night.
When everyone in City No. 10 had fallen into despair, they had remained here, broadcasting interesting things for everyone.
Sometimes, they had to rack their brains to come up with jokes and funny bits, even performing crosstalk and stand-up comedy.
Sometimes they played music, sometimes they broadcast the news, but more often, they encouraged everyone not to give up. They wanted every listener to believe that one day, the Parent's Association would return to the city and stabilize its foundation among the people.
It was precisely because they had put so much heart into it that this radio station had gradually become a spiritual refuge for so many people.
But sometimes, even they wondered whether persevering truly had any meaning.
At that moment, Qing Chen's voice was being transmitted to the outside world through the broadcast, the radio signal drifting through the air toward distant places.
With the limited information he had, Qing Chen made what he believed was the most correct choice, but he was not sure whether it would yield any results.
Perhaps this was the clearest trait behind Qing Chen's success throughout his journey. Even after losing his memories and becoming that ignorant seventeen-year-old high school student again, he could still cut through chaos and reach the correct shore.
The safe house fell quiet once more.
As they waited, one of the young people in charge of the radio station asked, "Can we take a photo with you?"
"Huh?" Qing Chen had never received this kind of treatment before and was a little unaccustomed to it.
Seeing the expectant looks in their eyes, he could only force himself to