Zhao Hanzhang tilted her head slightly and could see herself in his eyes. She couldn't help but nod at him and whispered, "This world is broken and tattered, but I couldn't help falling in love with it. I want to stay."
Fu Tinghan held her hand and squeezed it tightly. Neither of them spoke again, but they both understood—he would help her. He too had fallen in love with this world.
The two leaned shoulder to shoulder, looking up at the stars in the sky. In comparison with the universe, Earth seemed so small, and they were but two specks of dust on Earth. Yet, they would not regret what they were doing now. They believed they would influence this era, leaving a vibrant mark here.
Once the two decided, they released their hands to take action. Fu Tinghan modified the gunpowder sent by Qiu Wu, and on the third day, the army marched towards Pingyang City.
