Shen Yanlin remembered that ordinary night.
"Xuanzhu," he looked up and looked into the eyes of the person next to him, "Why did you choose this name?"
Maybe the man said something, or maybe he didn't say anything. Shen Yanlin couldn't remember clearly.
It seems that he should remember many things, but most of them have been rubbed off in his memory, leaving only vague shadows.
Family, comrades, partners, friends... All slowly disappeared from sight.
And the moonlight that night.
(Not a typical sentry direction, some private staff will be introducing it)
Mission: Technology, people's hearts, salvation