Staggering, Lisoben was forced onto the guillotine by the executioner, staring at the sun-bleached ground, he tightly closed his eyes, his body trembling involuntarily.
Not far away, those who had lost family members directly or indirectly because of Lisoben, including Sunday, Ruth, and Saturday, stood in a line.
Beside Ruth stood a child, who nervously watched the person on the guillotine from afar, his eyes filled with various emotions: disbelief, panic, and compassion, but lacking the sense of pleasure seen in his elders.
Because he wasn't mature enough, hatred was not etched into his heart, which was exactly what Chen Zhou hoped to see.
He hoped the children on the island would remember the past and the suffering brought to them by tyrants and invaders.
Yet he didn't want these people to live perpetually in hatred, trapped in the shadows of the past.
People must move forward, and so must the wheels of history.
