Hunting Mark: Ying Yuan

She Yingyuan walked without making any sound. In the winter when he was seven years old, he stood at the end of the corridor and watched a two-meter-three-meter man walk into the living room. The man tilted his head as he passed by him and glanced over without stopping. Ten years later he entered the dragon hunting training camp. He doesn't care about hunting dragons. He wanted to know the man's name. There was no one of that height in any of the files. All he had was a whetstone with a groove in it, a circle larger than his thumb. It was like someone had held it before him. The seventh year when the archives were cut off. Scratches on side door. Logistics corridor footprints. Someone told him: It is better to check what year that person found than what he found that year. He followed the trail. Traces point to a person. That person was taller than him, came earlier than him, and walked the same road as him. At the end of the road, there is a person who has not yet grown up. There was something else inside him that was slowly waking up.