Wealth is hidden in newspapers
The yellow and white ceiling, the railings with mottled paint, the mattress smelling of sweat, the outdated stickers, a simple but vivid world.
Fang Zhuo woke up and spent five minutes confirming that he had returned to the green years of his junior year, and stood again in September of the millennium with his weather-beaten memories.
hope you keep it free for at least 200 chapters and make it a good thing