The Buddha said: Attachment is like an abyss, it is the gradual approach to death.
One thought of heaven, one thought of hell.
Some affairs, some people, some destinies are perhaps destined from the moment greed surfaces in their bones.
It was much later that Zhan Se came to understand.
What they met that day was not a person, but — friendship.
ZMI branch.
Zhan Se had feelings for this place where she had studied and lived for several years. However, just as Du Xiaoren had said, Kyoto didn't really belong to her either. They were the kind of outsiders who, even if they died for this city, could not leave their ashes here.
Zhan Se sat by the window, earnestly studying the first document to prepare for a week-long job – "Confidentiality Regulations"
"Military intelligence and its sources, communication, electronic warfare, and other special state-related information, unit numbers, and special unit details — Classification: Top Secret!"
