Tall, handsome, vibrant, and full of youthful energy.
The twenty-something Rahal had grown from a once crying little kid to a powerful expert capable of standing on his own.
In the District 8 Outpost Base, in Lin Haifeng's office, Wen Yu saw the child from years ago once again, but aside from some reflections on how time flies, there was no other emotional stir.
Rahal merely smiled at Wen Yu and said "Uncle Wen Yu" as a greeting, and that was all...
After all, he couldn't dive into Wen Yu's embrace like he did in the past.
Over the years, Rahal still remembered Wen Yu, which was impressive for his memory.
In the room, besides Rahal, there were also Fran and Lin Haifeng. The four of them looked at each other in the office; after a while, Lin Haifeng spoke first.
"Make a wish first, then I'll talk to you about other things."
Wen Yu nodded and walked over to Rahal.
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