Lin Dong slowly opened his heavy eyelids, and all around was still that familiar yet eerie blood-colored world, with the air filled with a faint scent of blood and mystery.
He sat up, and the fragments of memory flooded in his mind like a tidal wave, gradually piecing together into clear images of everything he experienced in his second life.
"Country, family, world... sacrificing oneself for martyrdom..." Lin Dong murmured to himself, a light of sudden realization flickering in his eyes.
He finally understood that the long second life was not just a series of life-and-death trials but a profound baptism of his deepest soul.
He learned how to bear the burden of his country and family and how to sacrifice his life for the way in his heart.
As the memories became clearer, Lin Dong felt a warm and powerful force rising from the depths of his heart.
