Chương 143: who would write a diary?

Link flipped the sketch over and saw John's scribbled handwriting.

Compared to the detailed sketch on the front, John's handwriting was much more wild. At first glance, it was easy to think of a doctor's prescription.

Link's brows furrowed. He deciphered John's words with the solid foundation he'd built up from nine years of compulsory education.

[ after five years, the sand City has become a little unfamiliar to me. Many of my old friends tried to contact me after knowing that I was here, wanting to meet and reminisce. What they don't know is that I've already visited them in secret. Time had left clear traces on them. Some people were high-spirited in my memory, but when I saw them again, they were already past their Prime, and I could no longer see the heroic appearance of the past. [ it turns out that in the face of time, all of us can't even withstand a blow. ]

this messy yet delicate painting style highlighted his keen observation skills.