Endless cycles through the ages, the unchanging frost and wind.
The snowflakes filled the sky, falling on Chen Yang's resolute face. His heroic demeanor, at this moment, was displayed in full.
This first cup of wine, a toast to the heavens and the earth, for with it all things exist.
And now, the second cup.
Chen Yang toasts to himself, after more than a decade of a soldier's life. Looking back now, to the impetuous young man from years ago.
After being tempered by the fires of war and experiencing the myriad flavors of the human world, is he still upholding the vows he made under the flag?
"In my lifetime, I, Chen Yang, have no shame to the heavens and earth, nor to myself, nor to others."
Chen Yang tilted his head back, boldly pouring the wine into his mouth, the burning sensation coursing down his throat, his blood surging.
The final cup, the third one.
I toast to you all.
To you, always the most lovable people in this world.
