At ten in the morning, the sun was plenty strong.
Light passed through the clouds and settled on Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, falling upon the boulder that had stood for a thousand years.
Bai Lian reached out her hand to shield her eyes from the glare, her gaze fixed on the powerful and resonant characters inscribed on the stone. In the interplay of light and shadow, it was as if she saw the comrades who had fought the last battle with her a thousand years ago.
The interweaving of light and shadow was blurry.
A thousand years later, Bai Lian stood beneath the line of poetry she had written with her spear raised.
About to fight her first battle.
The photographer held up the camera, intending to check the framing in the viewfinder, but his attention was captured by the girl inside the lens.
