This means that most of the indigenous people here yearn for peace; it's just that no one has spoken up.
Seeing these children, who once had nothing but fear in their eyes, now playfully tossing sandbags in the streetlights at night without restraint, something inside him felt a stir. The parents standing by, watching their children, didn't reach for AK47s when they saw their own kids toppled by sandbags.
Instead, they chatted and laughed with other parents.
Even so,
he could sense that these parents were still somewhat tense, obviously still worried that the person standing opposite might launch an attack at any moment, a psychological shadow left by years of conflict.
Everyone was cautiously and luxuriously enjoying this hard-won peace.
Just then—
The door of the house swung open.
"Mr. Chen Yi."