General Vance's two daughters, the elder daughter Gulirents fell under the sunshine, while her sister Pasha and mother wiped their tears. The old general drank alone in the room, the floor in disarray.
Chen Lun's gaze fluctuated.
He remembered that little girl once wrote him a love letter, folded it into a paper airplane, which landed at his feet.
The current head of the Simon Family in Peacock City, Mr. Hoyle, was organizing the funeral for his father. Miss Trill, along with her mother who she depended on, lay together in a coffin, with only a few guests arriving to pay respects, the scene somber and silent.
Chen Lun also saw corners of the Empire.
Countless ordinary people struggling to survive died innocently, and due to poverty, couldn't be buried. Endless corpses were carelessly discarded in the sewers.
Rotting under the sun.
A cradle leaned against a tombstone, a widow sold her comfort chair, a pipe still warm, yet no one remained at the dining table.
