I don't know since when, Lin Mu was no longer alone by his side. Memories are scars. Lin Mu did not deny that he did not have any memories worth cherishing. The war made him lose too many things. He accepted the death of his teacher and the departure of his junior brother. I have seen too many eyes that are dull due to numbness, and I have seen too many children running around because they are at a loss...
Lin Mu felt that he should do something. He was a scholar and could not hold a knife or a gun, but a scholar had a way of life. If he could not be a hero, then he should be a teacher. Therefore, Lin Mu founded a school called Mushan Academy. He thought he would always lead a teaching life like this, but until that day——
At dusk, Hou Che called Lin Mu, and he turned around to look at him. Hou Che's head just covered the setting sun, and his bright smile and the sunset light shone into Lin Mu's eyes...
"Sir, what do you think I am doing?" These words were like a curse, deeply imprinted in Lin Mu's heart.
From then on, I never looked away from you...
Intention: I only want you from all things in the world