The autumn rain was faintly chill.
Beneath the gloomy sky, a figure sat on the muddy ground, surrounded by a forest of pale gravestones. Fine rain pattered against the dead leaves carpeting the ground, producing dull tapping sounds.
The Night Watchmen cemetery in Shangjing City was much larger than the one in Cangnan City. It was not because Shangjing City's Night Watchmen held a higher status, but simply because there were too many gravestones here—nearly three times as many as in Cangnan. Without expanding the cemetery, there would have been no room for them all.
Lin Qiye stood outside the cemetery, watching the trembling figure engraving gravestones among the sea of markers, his expression somewhat complicated.
"This is the first time I've seen him cry like this."
"Fang Mo is an emotional child by nature. Although he hadn't known them for very long, his feelings for 006 Squad were no less deep than Li Zhenzhen's." Chen Han sighed.
"What about Li Zhenzhen? How is she?"
"She still hasn't woken up. Xu Liao is taking care of her."
They had watched Li Zhenzhen faint from crying in front of those five coffins. Even though Lin Qiye and the others had tried their best to comfort her, it had done no good. Li Zhenzhen had grown up alongside the members of 006 Squad and had long regarded them as family. Seeing them lying there in cold coffins was a blow she simply could not bear.
Lin Qiye nodded slightly. He looked at the figure engraving gravestones in the cemetery and said nothing more.
Today, the bodies of all the Night Watchmen who had fallen on the front lines should have been delivered to their respective squad bases... How many places were seeing scenes like this unfold?
How many people would be like