Zhaohui turned around and looked at the woman standing next to her with a scrutinizing gaze. This was the first time someone had formally asked his name in front of her. She began to recall the stories she had tried to forget. The tombstone standing in front of Zhaohui was like a new starting point from the end. Zhaohui reviewed the neat and tidy journey along the way. Streets, towering buildings and people singing the praises of peace are like her comrades. Turning around in countless dark nights, you can see the brightly lit city on the other side of the sea, and the war behind them is denser than the New Year's Eve firecrackers. When she looks at the sunset in the west; when she swims to the depths of the sea; when Yinshi rushes towards her...
