Zhang Yi never expected to encounter these old friends here, friends he hadn't met even in his previous life.

Guan Yunzhang, Liu Xuande, Qing Feng, Yaru...

No wonder these IDs seemed so familiar, and these people looked so familiar too. Perhaps it was because three years had passed, no, eleven years, and Zhang Yi's memory had gradually faded...

But seeing these people again, the long-lost excitement and passion surged in Zhang Yi's heart.