The autumn wind brought bursts of coolness, with her beloved father by her side, the fragrance of osmanthus lingering in the air... She never forgot that scene her whole life.
As she ate, she looked at the mercenary uniform on her father and curiously asked, "Dad, Uncle and Aunt said you're a mercenary. You've never told me, what do mercenaries do?"
Her father smiled and said, "Mercenaries, well, they're just like nannies, helping others with work."
She tilted her head, pondering, "Mercenaries... soldiers... ancient books say soldiers are tools of violence, is it dangerous to be a mercenary?"
Her father nodded, not hiding the truth, "It is very dangerous, every day is like licking blood from the blade, there's always a never-ending war."
After hearing this, she became anxious, tugged on her father's sleeve, and said pitifully, "Dad, why do you want to be a mercenary? Can you stop doing it, please?"
