May Mountains and Rivers Remain Unharmed

Lin'an City.

"Where's Liuzi?"

A middle-aged man in an investigator's uniform, missing one arm, sat at the edge of the city, his face pale.

When he saw someone entering through the city gate, he hurriedly stood up, ignoring the wound that was still dripping blood, and asked anxiously.

The man avoided the middle-aged man's gaze.

In that instant, the middle-aged man seemed to have guessed something. He gave a miserable smile, collapsed against the wall, his pupils unfocused as he looked despairingly at the sky.

"Captain, I'm sorry. I didn't take good care of him."

The man looked at the middle-aged man, equally pained, his eyes bloodshot.

"This damned world!"

The middle-aged man slammed his only arm against the wall and cursed.

Liuzi.

He was his son. As the captain of one of the squads, he still remembered the pride overflowing from his son's face on the day he awakened and told him about it.

He had scolded him, raged at him, and felt unwilling to accept it.

But.

"You have always been my pride, and the pride of all the people!"

"Before, all I could do was watch your back as you moved forward in silence. But now, I finally have a chance to walk alongside you."

"If the nation falls, what home is there? What world is there?"

That day, his son had looked at him with unprecedented resolve and spoken earnestly.

He had only been an ordinary college student, looking refined and frail, yet at that moment, he displayed a man's fierce spirit.

Until.

"If the nation falls, what home is there? What world is there?"

"Liuzi, we promised to walk together!"

"How could I let you be alone!"

The middle-aged man laughed wildly, took a deep breath, and rose to his feet again. With a machete