Inside the studio, Li Jiaqi stared fixedly at the screen, her hands unconsciously clenched.
She had heard that song.
A voice clear as spring water, carrying a faint sob, yet so resolute.
"~Winter comes... then summer goes... autumn harvests... then winter stores~"
"~How many~"
"~Young faces stood upon an unnamed hill~"
"~Watching over the road home~"
Li Jiaqi's tears instantly blurred her vision.
She seemed to see those young faces, to see their reluctance when leaving home, to see their steadfastness on the battlefield.
She saw that the mountains and rivers were safe, and that the heroes had returned to their homeland.
At this moment, she felt it more keenly than anyone.
Her Li family had been a military family even before the Abyss descended.
For two hundred years of martial arts, generation after generation of the Li family had never used the fact that their family had produced a Martial Immortal as an excuse to evade military service.
That was why, when she saw Han Che and the others' actions, she became so furious and cooperated so actively with the military's reporting.
Now, hearing Li Wei's song, she felt so very much within it.
It was longing for one's homeland, remembrance of one's comrades, and cherishing peace.
It was the softest place in every soldier's heart.
Li Jiaqi ignored the bloody images and simply listened with full attention.
By the second verse, she could already hum along haltingly.
"~Winter comes... then... summer goes... autumn harvests... then winter stores~"
She sang softly as she wept soundlessly.
It was as though she had returned to her childhood...
One day, she had seen her mother clutching an urn draped in the national flag and wailing uncontrollably.
Back then, she had not understood what death meant. She had only felt