At this point, Wen Nian’s voice broke off.
At the same time, Song Lili seemed to have thought of something as well.
"If we straight up tell the Government Army about this rebel army base, what do you think... would we have a chance?"
Song Lili was the first to speak.
Wen Nian took a shallow breath, clearly on the same page as Song Lili,
"It’s not unfeasible, but the method is a problem. Who will send the intelligence to the Government Army, and how it is sent, all needs to be carefully considered."
Song Lili expressed her agreement,
"You definitely can’t go; nobody knows you’re in Country M yet. To expose your identity voluntarily, how foolish would that be... Even if you could reveal your identity, it wouldn’t be right. The position of President is just too sensitive."
Song Lili analyzed seriously.
Wen Nian was really amazed at her foresight, not bogged down by the present.
"Ali, you said before... how long would this turmoil in Country M last?"
"The civil war lasted for seven years, then the civil war in Country M spread to surrounding countries. The year I died, there were already seven countries involved, including Country G."
"That’s why I am so worried, no matter what, I don’t want our country to get involved in this meaningless war again."
Wen Nian’s thoughts deepened—so that was it.
"As to whether everything will develop as I know, I’m not sure. All I know is that you are the President, the youngest and wisest president of our country, and if you do not want to join the war, no one can force you."
Wen Nian gently stroked her back.
"Then, you should know what this war stemmed from, or..."
Song Lili shook her head,
"I really don’t know."
Wen Nian paused for a moment.
Song Lili gave a light laugh, her laughter tinged with a bit of bitterness,
"Actually... my past self wasn’t like what you see now..."
Song Lili clenched her fists slightly, recalling her past self—more and more filled with frustration and regret, self-blame, and self-loathing.
"Before I turned twenty, all I wanted was to marry Wen Nian... After I turned twenty, I was Wen Nian’s wife, a wife hidden till death."
Wen Nian frowned slightly.
"How should I put it? It’s not that he insisted on locking me away, but I felt like having him was having everything. Think about it... once a person easily gains another’s complete affection and all the wealth, it becomes very easy to develop laziness, dependency."
"But he is the President, and I couldn’t bear the title of the President’s wife. The Wen family didn’t like me; Old Master Wen even tried to have me assassinated several times."
"He used to take me on foreign visits at first, but later... I just didn’t want to follow anymore, feeling awkward being in an undefined position..."
"I didn’t want to, and he didn’t force me. He was always like that, always accommodating me, always considering things for me. Even though we still loved each other, the differences between us grew bigger, and eventually, we drifted apart."
"I’m glad you used ’he.’"
Wen Nian said softly, "Tell me more, Ali."
He wanted to hear about her past; the more he knew about such a miraculous woman, the more he could understand her previous radicalness and fickleness.
It sounds fantastical.
Yet upon reflection, if one’s spiritual power isn’t strong enough, going mad is a possibility.
Memories of two lifetimes are real, but the people around her only have memories of this lifetime.
She’s like someone confused.
What to say, what to do, it seems she has to sift through these overlapping, jumbled memories.
Being able to accept that was already not simple, let alone to then change, to then reflect.
She once said, after ten years of being together sporadically, how could the feelings remain unchanged?
She said, you are the President, I can’t just be an ordinary person!
Apparently, every word she said wasn’t spontaneous; every word stemmed from her experiences, real, solid experiences.
Because she had fallen, she was now scared of it.
She appeared to be twenty-four or twenty-five, but her actual age was far beyond that.
Thus, she wasn’t rigid, not fixated on naïve and fearless emotions, not dependent on a so-called powerful husband.
Even regarding children, she had the courage to make tough decisions.
Instead of acting like the female leads in soap operas, treating an undeveloped embryo as a treasure that must be protected at all costs.
Perhaps to many people, the once-considered decision by Song Lili to terminate the pregnancy was still a bit cold-hearted and overly rational.