His heart, in that moment, had softened considerably.
The grievances from their youth, as they grew older, would gradually fade, and although they could never return to the camaraderie of old, the hatred and resentment were diminished since he no longer wished to hold onto them.
Now, how good it was!
He had won himself a wife, found his mother, acquired a daughter, and perhaps could even have another son. His family was warm, and he had all these wonderful things. In contrast, when he thought of the bleak circumstances of Yi Shaotian, his former comrade-in-arms, this brother of the past, Xing Liehuo's once stern heart suddenly grew much softer.
A saying once popular in society was brutally realistic.
The three irons of a brotherhood: having shared a schoolbench, a gun, and the services of a prostitute.
Of these three "irons," the most enduring bond in today's materialistic society was that forged by comrades who had carried a gun together.
