Although the surroundings were deathly silent, their spirit, like the stars in the night sky, would never be extinguished.

The chimes of six o'clock seemed like a lament for their passing in the city.

Ma Linghua, Ma Hehua, and Ma Lihua quietly left Nanjing.

Their figures appeared so small, yet so hazy, in the morning light.

Chi Huan squinted, watching the wandering souls of the dead throughout Nanjing.

Those innocent souls were lost in the flames of war, wandering in agony.

He raised his hand, ready to destroy these souls and grant them release.

However, just then, it seemed that Pear Blossom's cough could be heard in the distance.

This faint sound stirred up a storm in Chi Huan's heart, and he stopped what he was doing.

He knew that the two members of the Ma family were turning a blind eye to these wronged souls in order to accumulate good karma for Lihua.

As Chi Huan watched the three members of the Ma family leave, a complex mix of emotions welled up within her.

Even amidst the brutality of war, the kindness and warmth of humanity still shine through, as exemplified by the Jiuli tribe.

He lowered his hand.

On this land filled with sorrow, some people are protecting the hope and love in their hearts in their own way.

And those lost souls will find their own destiny in the long river of history as time goes by.

Without Ma Hehua's obstruction, the Sakura Kingdom attacked the city that day. The sky was dark all day, and no light shone through.

This dark chapter in Nanjing's history will forever remain a source of pain in people's hearts, but it also inspires future generations to move forward, cherish peace, and safeguard the dignity of life.

"Why...why are you leaving?"

A cool male voice rang out.

Ma Lihua's health had improved somewhat, and this was the first time Qiu Sheng had spoken in many years.