"Around this time last year, we didn't even know each other... We wouldn't meet until the end of the month."
Ronan replied offhandedly, then smiled. "Last year, I was mostly stumbling around in the dark, and my brain wasn't working too well either. Now... well, my brain is still about the same, but I know more, and there's more I need to look after. There are always things beyond my reach, so I want to find more people to help. If you want help, you need connections, and you need a reason—preferably one that's especially aboveboard."
At this point, Ronan glanced toward the western sky, obscured by buildings. "Like the Anxia Line."
"Mister Luo, do you really intend to put your efforts into this route?"
"Sister Yueyin, you... Hmm, surely the military hasn't still reserved judgment on this?"
"The military does not always speak with one voice." For He Yueyin to say that was already very frank. She immediately added, "Besides, you have countless matters on your hands as well, Mister Luo."
Having repeatedly tailored his approach to the person and still not seriously read the materials He Yueyin had sent him, Ronan felt somewhat guilty. None of it showed on his face. "As for the Anxia Line, I remember telling you that I had an idea. It overlaps with it to a certain extent, but it's not quite the same."
As he spoke, Ronan continued down the road. He Yueyin walked beside him, watching him and waiting for him to continue.
Ronan made two chopping gestures toward the space ahead. "In form, it would probably be a Cross Cut dissecting the East Asian plains?"
He Yueyin reacted at once. "The Pingjin Line?"
"That's right." Without the slightest shame, Ronan claimed Wen Huilan's Cross Cut concept as his own. "And