To be fair, President Nihita's emotions at that moment were genuine. He had dared to build himself up as a tough, great man, so of course he hadn't spent his nights dreaming of returning to his youth. He'd always been hopelessly lost in his own heroic fantasies. More than once, he'd wondered: if he couldn't become a peerless hero whose name would go down in history, then wouldn't it be worth it to end his life in a dazzling, glorious way?
Wouldn't any decent man, whether he'd become an exhausted office drone or an ugly politician, still have an indelible hero's dream in his heart?
The president gazed at the flames on the screen, at the figure who had found eternal life in the inferno, and couldn't help wiping away a tear.
At that moment, despite the light-years between them, he felt his soul and life had undergone a dimensional-level ascension. His gaze had pierced the long river of history, and he could see the history textbooks of future generations.
"Then at least I'll make it into the Hereditary Houses section... Wait!" The president slapped the table. "That's me, isn't it? So I've become a stand-in?"
"But your banner will never fall. Perhaps you'll even make it into the Annals," Yang Mingzhao said with a perfectly serious expression.
"That's true. You did the right thing... Though something still feels off, that's the Annals!" A flicker of doubt crossed the president's eyes, but tears soon welled at their corners again.
"Perfect. It's absolutely perfect."
"Darling!" Mrs. Melary called loudly.
"Ugh, honestly, I don't even know what expression I should be making right now." The president forced his face into a look that was half smiling, half crying, and on the verge of madness. His gaze began to lose focus. "We'll talk