It's another regular annual meeting, and it's another time before flowers and under the moon, but things have already changed. The girl back then is no longer a major with a very thin presence, and the young lieutenant general who used to carry a drawing board around to take pictures has long disappeared. Looking back, the girl with dazzling short golden hair in the past has grown her hair to her waist, but there is a cluster of wild red hair beside her.
Two years is neither long nor short, but it is enough for people to understand their future path.