A short story set during the War of Resistance. Inspired by watching a patriotic film during freshman military training. It takes place around the time of the Hundred Regiments Offensive, with some fictionalized elements. I'll do my best to get the details right. (Bows)
"Bai Yuan'er, why did you become a battle casualty records clerk?"
"Director Lin, why did you become the head of the medical department?"
"What if I told you I came here to save the country? Would you believe me?"
"You're beautiful, and you're brave."
"I'm just an impulsive idealist."
War took so much from us: comrades, family, friends. But it also tempered our spirits, in a way that was utterly cruel and painful. There is no romantic poem stained with blood here. I only want a flower, still full of life, to bloom on this land.
In these days of drifting, you are the only thread tying me down.
You'an, the weather's turning cold. Yuan'er, dawn is breaking.
Don't ask my name. The frost moon's dew dampens my clothes; I wait and wait for you to return.
Character art by the artist Qiushan_Akiyama on Neka.
This book is not for commercial use and makes no profit. Thank you.
Theme: Your names will shine forever in the night sky.
