"People always change, and besides, in war, people are bound to die, you guys have to...," Mu Fanchen quietly responded after pondering for a moment to the questioning of his old friend, his brother-in-law.
Before he could finish, Gu Shenghui's angry voice interrupted, "What the hell kind of war is this?"
"This is merely the prelude to a real war, and you can't handle it already?" Mu Fanchen said, crossing his legs and taking out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, lit it, and tossed the pack onto the table. He hadn't smoked in years, and it stung his nose, making him suppress a cough. He exhaled the smoke and continued, "You guys will probably find an excuse to cover up what's happening today, right? Yes, social stability is the priority! But this stability won't last. When the bloody truth is revealed, do you think those who haven't been prepared, living in a nursery, won't suffer even more?
