Qiao Lian was already in bed and she looked like she was asleep.
He walked over and lay next to her.
His hair was still wet, but he had no intention of sleeping.
Hence, he sat up leaning against the headboard and picked up his cell phone.
As he stared at the screen on his phone, his mind wandered to the scene at the gathering that afternoon.
Eight years ago, the captain was narcissistic and used to love send his photos on the team's group chat.
But after eight years, there was no trace left of that young and inexperienced gamer. He had become a mature and composed young man.
Although Shen Liangchuan had not met the rest of the team members, he had a familiar feeling among them and it evoked many fond memories.
Perhaps because of seeing all these people from his youth, his thoughts went back to eight years ago.
He and Soul Fighter met through a random match in a game.