Compassion

Shen Meihuan was surprised and didn't dare approach. She looked at the old signboard and knew what her son was thinking.

This place had about 20-30 years of history, only existing in the older folks memories now.

With the development of the city, new entertainment and theme parks had replaced it.

The light was gloomy, and its sign was mottled.

This was the first place she played with her son ever since they came to this city. Their memories were now rekindled…

"Do you remember this place?" She lightly came to her son.

But she got no answer. Her son just stood here, thoughtfully looking at the mottled signboard.

Shen Meihuan impulsively grabbed her son's arm and walked into the arcade. Maybe he would recall his memory there and return to normal.

She was really eager, causing her to quicken her pace.

Many broken machines made the place seem more deserted. Only an energetic old man was skillfully playing the Shot Clock.