It started to drizzle in the afternoon. The splashing raindrops covered the entire Federal Square in a haze.
Even in the main hall at the war museum below the square, the sound of rain was still clearly audible from all directions.
It reminded the listeners of the grass that had just burst out of the soil. It might be young, but nothing could stop its growth.
Around the obsidian wall that surrounded the entire war museum, the names of hundreds of thousands of deceased warriors had been carved with the dark golden ink.
At the end of the high wall, where the fragrance of the ink lingered in the air because the carving was just done, Li Yao found the name as well as the family who were paying tributes and recording files into the information base.
There was a woman in plain clothes, who left the impression that she was rigorously meticulous, and a man who was equally plain and slightly fat but was supporting his wife's shoulder all the time.
