The enemy is here.

"Alright, I'll think about it," Ling Chuxi began to ponder.

"I say, don't tell me you called it Little Star or something just because it was shining?" Said LAN Xinyu, a little worried.

According to Ling Chuxi's old habits of little white, little red, little fat, and little meatball, it was really possible for her to come up with such a name without any meaning.

"How did you know?" Ling Chuxi's eyes widened. To be honest, she had never paid much attention to such things. It was just a name, a code name. Why did it have to be so troublesome?

"I really guessed it!" LAN Xinyu was speechless as she slapped her forehead.

"How about we call it Stardust? "It's like a speck of dust in the Galaxy. It's exquisite, small, yet so brilliant and full of mystery ..." LAN Xinyu's eyes were filled with Starlight. Her face was intoxicated and filled with poetic and artistic feelings.

"Yes, sure." Ling Chuxi's expression was indifferent and she was not moved at all.