The next day.
January 8th.
The news that brought countless nationals to tears spread across Jiuzhou.
On the streets and alleys, in schools and factories, in the fields, numerous people stopped in their tracks, bewildered and disbelieving their own ears.
Wails of grief filled the streets and alleys; on this day, the land spanning 9.6 million square kilometers was wet.
The courtyard suddenly emptied; usually bustling with people coming and going, it was now desolate and empty. Lin's parents had not come home in three days, and upon hearing the broadcast, Lin Huai Zhou put on his military uniform, his eyes red, and left the house using a crutch.
Countless wreaths were placed under the Hero Monument, and everyone on the lengthy street wore mourning bands.
Lin Nianhe, dressed in black, placed a bouquet of white silk flowers beneath the monument.
