He stared at the characters on the exam paper, his heart suddenly moved slightly, having taken Chinese exams for so many years, there had never been a time like today, after finishing the composition, he still wanted to write something more.
What did he want to write?
He wanted to write about how powerful time really is, what can resist the passing of time and the erosion of the years? It's like hiding a capsule at the bottom of the lake, letting this fragile little paper boat drift along the raging river of time, enduring hardships, and finally docking precisely in someone's hands—
On the cracked mudflat, the girl found the cylindrical object she had thrown away.
The object still lay quietly in its original place, wrapped in multiple layers of mud-soaked plastic cloth. Ban Xia held it in her arms, using her fingers, a dagger, and teeth to peel off the dried plastic cloth layer by layer, finally revealing a rusty metal time capsule.
