In that chaotic era of war, on a battlefield like a meat grinder where soldiers could fall at any given moment.
Perhaps this moment, perhaps the next, a close friend—one like family—would fall beside the young Lei Yi.
He couldn't even hear their final shouts, nor could he find their bodies.
Crawling out from a pile of bodies, he was often met with nothing but a pool of mangled flesh and blood, or perhaps a tattered memento.
But still, he treasured them, time and time again.
He could name every hero who had fallen by his side, recall their ideals, their passion, and their smiles.
Over and over, they replayed in the young Lei Yi's mind, never to be forgotten.
They say a person experiences three deaths in their lifetime.
The first is when the heart stops, bodily functions cease, and brainwaves fade. This is biological death.
The second is at your funeral, when you are buried in the earth and everyone mourns your passing. From that point on, you are socially dead.
