The hotel was adjacent to the Lingjin River. Standing here, one could not only see the lights along the riverbank but also hear the sound of the water striking the shore. The river surged, kicking up thousands of whitecaps.
There is a saying: "Who can stand against the mighty eastward flow of the great river?"
In this vast world, whether you are wealthy enough to rival a nation or your achievements are unparalleled, you are still but a single wave among the countless masses. Under the lashing storms of time, all eventually return to dust. There are no exceptions. The only difference lies in the journey. Some live a life of mediocrity, ordinary until death; others shine with a dazzling light, illuminating the land.
Chen Yang was one of the latter.
Even if I have to burn all my passion to ashes, I will protect this country.
This was not a mere promise, but the duty and mission of a Martial Guard.
