Yun Shu's breathing grew heavier. She pressed a hand to her pounding heart, forcing herself to calm down.
At that moment, Li Ping'an also discovered the source of Yun Shu's unsettled state of mind.
Blood?
Could Yun Shu have developed post-traumatic stress disorder?
Of course, it could also be called a so-called heart demon.
After a war ended, soldiers would leave the battlefield and return to their hometowns, resuming normal lives.
Yet they would still often think they were on the battlefield, once again enduring the extreme tension of combat.
This stress would recur repeatedly, eventually bringing them to the brink of mental collapse and manifesting as post-traumatic stress disorder.
"Yun Shu!"
Li Ping'an suddenly called out.
As his voice entered her ears, it was as though a fresh breeze had blown in. The blood and fire vanished without a trace in that instant.
The light gradually returned to Yun Shu's eyes.
"Senior Brother."
"Yun Shu, what did you think of this National War?"
"I... it was only after I reached the battlefield that I realized war was never as simple as I'd imagined."
Yun Shu's spirits sank.
"One companion after another died before my eyes, and one enemy after another died beneath my sword."
Anxiety, unease.
Li Ping'an caught Yun Shu's complicated emotions.
A flower raised in a greenhouse had undergone the baptism of the battlefield and witnessed the cruelty of war.
All the endurance, acceptance, anxiety, and fear had become appendages of war, clinging to its hidden corners.
Such wounds could span time and space, and even cross the ages.
She felt that perhaps she could break free of this pain.
But escaping a mental shackle that defied explanation or description was difficult beyond measure.
"Senior Brother, what do you think is the meaning of war? Is it