Hearing this name, Henry Sullivan subconsciously froze for a moment.
Last night she texted him: "I'm starting a new journey in life, won't you congratulate me?"
When he saw it, it was already midnight, and not wanting to disturb her rest, he didn't reply.
This morning, he had forgotten about it completely, only to find she had actually come here.
"I'll be right down," he said as he hung up the phone and went downstairs to the entrance of the barracks.
She was wearing a long polka dot dress. After a year, her hair had grown longer and she looked much slimmer than before.
In fact, he was almost unable to recall her appearance.
He thought if they were to meet unexpectedly in a crowd, he might not recognize her.
But now, he realized that even if she were lost in a crowd, he would still recognize her.
With a pursed lip smile, she waved at him. Surprised, he approached and asked, "How did you get here?"
