The Communicator heavily fell to the ground with a crisp "snap," breaking apart instantly into pieces. Zhao Qiankun reached out in midair and grasped a chip the size of a fingertip that flew out of the debris, landing in his hand. Then, he pulled out a new Communicator from the drawer, opened the back cover, replaced the chip, and it was as good as the original.
Tossing the fixed Communicator aside, Zhao Qiankun suddenly had a photograph in his hand. It was a graduation photo, where a man and a woman dressed in academic gowns looked towards the camera. The man looked very ordinary, of the same height as the woman beside him, yet his smile was especially bright, and on closer inspection, one could see a hint of shyness and awkwardness. The woman next to him was very beautiful, her face adorned with a light smile, exuding grace and ease.
That woman was none other than Fang Yuxin. However, compared to her current appearance, the her in the photo seemed more youthful and tender.
