That night, numerous missile-defense experts and scholars from the Beijing Institute of Science were disturbed, staying awake throughout the night.
Meanwhile, Meng Lang had a good dream all night.
In his dream, he once again walked down the marriage aisle with Lin Haitang...
"Why are you smiling foolishly?"
"Ah, nothing, just thinking about how to communicate with your father later.
By the way, is this the place where you grew up, Haitang?" Meng Lang looked around at the surroundings.
It was now the morning of the second day, and Meng Lang and Lin Haitang were walking in a neighborhood outside the Fifth Ring.
The neighborhood showed signs of age, with mottled building walls, climbing vines covering the walls, and rusty roadside signs all telling the long history of this community.
Lin Haitang's expression was somewhat nostalgic, but this nostalgia quickly faded.
