Seeing Jiang Yan Hai seemingly lost in thought, Fan Tian Lei paused, then turned and left. He knew the kid was an orphan, so some of his thoughts were a little extreme.
But every word he had said was true, every sentence factual.
Home and country—those two words would always be tied together. Without them, people were like duckweed without roots, never knowing when they might drift far away.
Whether he ended up with Li Ruo Bai or someone else did not matter, but only with a home could he have something to hold dear. Only then could he understand that there were still people in this world worth his effort and sacrifice.
This was not about duty to the country, nor duty to the nation, but only when those emotions became entwined could he better understand the responsibilities and burdens he carried.
Jiang Yan Hai reached out and stroked the grass beside him. It pricked his hand slightly. He pressed it down, but it stubbornly sprang back up.
It was so real. Everything around him was so real—the scent of the air filling his nose, the grass, the trees, all swaying in the breeze. For the first time, Jiang Yan Hai felt something uniquely profound.
The memories of his previous life had already become extremely vague. Even when he was in Argentina, he had forgotten what He Chen Guang and the others were originally supposed to encounter there. He only remembered that Wang Yan Bing's father seemed to have died in the line of duty.
Sometimes, he had too many things to remember, and so he forgot others. Everything around him was no longer a plot; it was all real, everything he had truly experienced. No matter how it had all come to be, at that moment, he felt