"The old story has ended, and new stories are always happening."
"If the whole world were to have its finale one day, that would be far in the future... Every generation has its own long march, it's impossible for everything to rely solely on us old folks."
Lu Yuan arrived at the People's Hero Memorial Hall, offering a bouquet of flowers to those heroes who sacrificed their lives.
Those once smiling faces seemed to appear before his eyes.
So many familiar warriors died on the battlefield, what a great loss that is, even twenty years later, Lu Yuan still finds it hard to breathe when he recalls it.
"Time's up, let's go." Old Cat reminded.
Lu Yuan came back to his senses and nodded.
First, he went to Green Mountain to pick up Miss Conch.
