He recalled many things, recalled that night by the river, recalled the beacon fire on the other side, recalled the peach forest filled with arrows, recalled the city gate, recalled the fire, recalled the overwhelming sound of war drums beating in vain.
The man surnamed Qian asked for a glass of wine for him, but he was asking for the grudges of two lifetimes.
He knelt down his whole life, and he couldn't escape the blame.