"I don't want the old predecessors who once bled on the battlefield to find themselves shedding silent, lonely tears after coming home to lost family, brothers, and comrades." Lin Hai's words were soft, but they carried a pure and heartfelt sincerity.
Ghost Master and Old Mr. Tao exchanged silent glances, seeing in each other's eyes a shared understanding.
Those who had lived through the wartime years were now most afraid of being forgotten as they saw society advancing rapidly, with people's lives getting better. Amidst the celebration of prosperity, they feared their descendants would forget that period of history.
"Old Tao, you've cultivated a fine young man, indeed a fine one!" Ghost Master exclaimed with deep admiration, his eyes shifting from appreciation to genuine fondness as he looked at Lin Hai.
After some thought, Lin Hai firmly said: "If you're not going to take this medicine, I'd rather pour it away."
