In the flames of war, she ran with evidence written in blood, set up an ambush with a straw man, and pushed the hope of life to her children on the edge of the reef, sinking herself into the torrent.
Everyone thought she had become a monument at the bottom of the river. Only Xiao Zhang imitated her in organizing files and waited for half a life with half a book of soaked notes.
It wasn't until the ward in peacetime that the two pairs of hands that once held the pen met again - it turned out that she had traveled through time and space, and those sparks in the flames of war had long since grown into the lights of thousands of families today.
A notebook, two time and space, a "to be continued" written with life.
