Her brother died tragically in a foreign country, and his last words and the words of the murderer have always been a lingering curse in her mind.
She entered country F as a doctor from the International Medical and Health Organization. That lazy and cruel voice lingered in the depths of her memory like a poisonous snake, but it never reappeared on the real battlefield.
Until she came to the northern war zone, a well-ordered refugee camp stood on a land patchwork of ruins and despair.
The person in charge here, Huai Jizhi, is a mixed-race man. He speaks fluent Chinese, which instantly hits the softest nostalgia deep in Huo Lan's heart.
"My name is Huai Jizhi, and my mother is from country Z," he introduced himself with a frank smile and extended his hand, "We are compatriots after all. Thank you, Doctor Huo, for being willing to protect this place with us."
He told Holland about himself without reservation: he grew up in an orphanage, went to college with state funding, took the initiative to join the army, and finally chose to come here to do his part for the group to which the other half of his blood belongs. "I was raised by the country, and my life also belongs to the country."
Life is hard, clean water is scarce, and medicines are scarce. Occasional cold shots at night and the muffled sound of distant explosions remind people that danger is never far away.
Trust slowly grows in the daily life where life and death are intertwined.
On a relatively calm evening, the two of them stood under the watchtower, enjoying a rare moment of respite. Huai Jizhi suddenly asked: "Alan, you traveled half the world to come here. In addition to saving people, you must have other wishes, right?"
Huo Lan was silent for a moment, and his voice was soft but clear: "I hope to find the murderer of my brother. And... World peace."
"If I can survive here and protect some people, maybe I am saving a little bit for the word 'peace'." He turned to look at her, his eyes a little blurry in the growing dusk. "As for the murderer... This land has swallowed up too many lives, and many accounts may not be settled in the end."
Does everyone in this land hide another face? And is the voice she is looking for, the voice that takes everything away from her, disguised as some kind of kindness, lurking close at hand?
Purpose: World peace