Hearing this, Nina still felt a pang of sorrow.

They were living through what their ancestors had endured. Though she hadn't experienced it herself, every time she read about it or saw it in media, she felt a deep empathy for their suffering and a profound appreciation for her country's rapid development. It was a reminder to never forget the past.

Just then, Nash emerged and saw Nina talking with Carl. He noticed her gently patting Carl's back, comforting him. They seemed to get along well, as if they had known each other for a long time. Nash's expression darkened, his brows furrowing slightly.

Nina, seeing Carl's downcast demeanor, felt a protective, almost sisterly affection for him. She moved closer, offering her shoulder for him to lean on, hoping to instill some positive energy and a glimmer of hope. "Let's work towards rebuilding our nation!" she said to him.

Carl looked into her eyes, finding motivation in her determined gaze.

A sudden cough interrupted them. Carl quickly stood up, alert and cautious, as Nash approached.

"Sorry to interrupt," Nash said in a deep voice.

"It's okay," Nina replied.

Carl remained wary. "Who is he?"

him, "This is Nash, Captain York, the leader

into Carl. Carl seemed to understand. "You're the protector

shrugged off the title. "Not a protector,

even do that." Carl was clearly disappointed in their government but full of admiration for Nash and his peacekeeping

his voice cold but encouraging. "The future depends on young people like you. Survive, and there's hope. Maybe one day your

Carl nodded.

"Let's go. It's time to wash

"Okay."

"Aren't you sleeping in the tent? Where

to settle

signaled to a soldier.

The soldier promptly

to Carl, "Go with him.

.” I’ll remember your words and work

Nash's words had given Carl

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