Still Frame Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Drowned Ideals (2) Finally, a card fell to the floor. Wen Jin picked it up. It was a press pass, wrinkled and worn as if it had been soaked in water, looking ancient and having clearly seen a lot of life. “This is my last press pass,” Uncle Da said, a nostalgic look on his face. “It survived an air raid with me. I lived, and the pass didn’t get lost. It’s my lucky charm.” When he mentioned the air raid that nearly took his life, Uncle Da looked regretful, but Zhang Liuxin…