Song Heping stopped speaking.
He knew that anything he said would be superfluous.
They were all adults, entitled to make their own choices.
And once a choice is made, it's best for others not to interfere with the consequences, for it's neither beneficial nor necessary.
He unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle and took a hard gulp.
The locally produced mineral water carried the unique earthy taste of the desert and the flavor of the plastic container, sliding down his parched throat.
Utekin whispered, "We weren't wrong about Isriye, remember, if it weren't for us, once 1515's people entered the city, don't mention fleeing, not a few would've been beheaded. We were saving lives, we were on the right side, weren't we?"
Song Heping looked into Utekin's eyes, which held the vicissitudes of a veteran.
He was silent for a few seconds, finally nodding, "Don't worry, I won't let these terrible things affect my mood."
