The box was palm-sized, splotched with rust, showing signs of age. Yet, he cherished it, storing it in the deepest part of the drawer, his handling now also cautious as he took it out.
He slowly opened the box, which contained a brand-new fountain pen, albeit in a style from over twenty years ago. He took out the fountain pen and set it aside, then pulled an aged, yellowed photo from the box.
In the photo was a pretty-faced woman who looked very young and bore a striking resemblance to Liu Mingxing; she was dressed in a university uniform, standing shoulder to shoulder with a refined-looking young man, both smiling warmly at the camera.
Liu Jiantian slowly extended his hand, caressing the woman's face in the photo.
When this photo was taken, they were only eighteen years old.
