"Brother." A soft call awakened Li Langyao's sleeping memories of the past. They rushed through his brain, seeming to complain about his forgetfulness, catching him off guard and unable to breathe. He could only carefully hug the person in front of him who had his back turned to him... "Guangyou, Guangyou, I'm sorry, please let me make it up to you."
Mission: "Memories are always a kind of power"