Fang Che stopped, turned around.
He saluted those names, those heroic souls.
Striding away in large steps.
In the early evening, all the families of the heroic souls were present.
The summer wind began to blow fiercely, and patches of white clouds drifted in, forming a unique and magnificent pattern of fish-scale clouds in the sky.
Layer upon layer, stack upon stack; pure white and flawless.
The slanted sunlight gave each cloud a golden edge.
Glowing with golden light.
Like orderly soldiers, majestic and sacred.
Inside the hall, over ten thousand people were densely packed, yet orderly.
The walls of the entire hall were covered with the stories of the sacrificed heroes; one name after another, paired with their stories, neatly posted on the walls.
Everyone lingered in front of their loved ones' names and stories, gazing for a long time.
Occasionally, the sound of sobs echoed, carrying an undertone of proud remembrance.
