"Of course."
Lin Yi replied with a smile, his expression calm and proud.
"When we were hiding in the small second-floor building, I already thought I was going to die, but luckily, my father showed up."
"But if you had died, they would have been left as a widow and orphan."
Lin Yi fell silent, quietly turning the cup in his hand.
"There's no choice. Once you put on this uniform, even if it's death, you have to charge forward."
After a pause, Lin Yi continued:
"Maybe Uncle Liang and Elder Lu think my life is valuable, but in the eyes of others, I'm nothing special. Whether I die or someone else does, it won't cause too many ripples. Taking the perspective of Zhang Long's and Sambalo's families, my life is far less valuable than theirs."
"So, even if it means leaving them as a widow and orphan, you're willing to sacrifice?"
Lin Yi fell silent again. It was a question he found difficult to answer.
