In the afternoon, Xu Yiyuan arrived carrying a phonograph.
He was dressed simply in a shirt and black trousers. His ink-black hair gleamed under the sunlight, and his refined features exuded a soft glow, like a black-and-white painting from the last century.
In his hands was a vintage phonograph. Its body bore a faint yellowish-brown hue, exuding a classic and elegant aura.
Tian Sangsang gazed at it as though she were looking at an antique. She caressed the phonograph's exterior like a treasure and exclaimed, "I've only ever seen phonographs in movies before. This is such a nostalgic vibe! It reminds me of old Shanghai during the Republic era, a feeling almost like I've traveled back in time."
Xu Yiyuan raised an eyebrow slightly at her overly animated expression. "Traveled back in time?"
