Xibao felt overwhelmed, unable to breathe, as if her heart were splitting apart.
In Zhou Fengchun's eyes, this was a display of deep emotion and loyalty.
"I joined the military when I was very young, fighting in battles across the lands, rushing east and west. I've lost count of how many times blood splashed on my face, how many brothers and enemies fell before me—tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands. Yet I know I have no time to grieve, no time to remember; I must keep moving forward, bearing the responsibility for home, for the country, for the people."
Zhou Fengchun spoke earnestly, "Xibao, the past is already past. You are young, and the nation needs young men like you to uphold the backbone of the nation. I believe that those who are watching from above don't wish for you to remain consumed by sorrow."
Xibao's eyes flickered with a glint of moisture as she slowly let out a breath, "I understand, Grandpa Zhou, I will be alright."
