On the deck of a military ship.
It's surrounded by soldiers.
Song Zhizhi and Wei Ziming stand in a corner.
Song Zhizhi asks with concern, "Is Brother Ziming's leg okay?"
"It's fine. Don't worry about it." Wei Ziming doesn't seem bothered.
"Don't push yourself too hard."
"It's just a minor injury. Soldiers are bound to get hurt."
"But this time, it's because of me." Song Zhizhi feels some guilt.
Wei Ziming looks at her.
Noticing that even her face bears numerous scars from the dangerous journey they've been on.
He licks his lips, forcing himself to look away.
He says, "Zhizhi, there's something I need to tell you."
"Okay." Song Zhizhi looks at him.
"I came to find you because of a message from your father. He wanted to come himself, but I told him it could be dangerous here and asked him to wait at home."
"I'm glad dad didn't come."
Wei Ziming nods.
Given the peril, Song Shan, now an old man, can't manage such turmoil.
