Cha Na ran down the streets of the city ruins, his path marked by a series of water splashes.
This street had once been the busiest in the city. On his fifth birthday, his frail mother and weary father had brought him here to the second-hand market to buy him a pair of sneakers.
Now, the second-hand market had become a charred shell, with only three walls still standing.
Childhood memories weren't so distant for him; it all seemed so clear, and yet now this once-familiar street was reminding him, in another form, just what he had lost.
Cha Na ran on, unaware that he was sobbing.
"Cha Na, be strong, my brother," Eternity said.
"Whoo, whoo, whoo..." Cha Na kept on crying.
"Wei Tianyang is watching over us. He doesn't like cowards," Eternity said.
"Why doesn't he come and end this war..." Cha Na said.
"He doesn't like cowards," Eternity repeated.
"I don't know what else I can do," Cha Na sobbed.
"We have always done well," Eternity said.
