"Lin Sheng, you've chatted with them so much?"
"Yeah. They're good people. You know my dream has always been to join the army. One is a regimental commander, and the other is a battalion commander—both military officials. To have been able to meet them in my lifetime... it just feels so worthwhile..." As Lin Sheng spoke, the light in his eyes faded.
For him, people like him were not meant to have dreams.
"I'm sorry, Lin Sheng..." Mu Mian said guiltily, looking at him, "It's all my dad's fault."
"And my dad's too," Lin Sheng's voice deepened, "But maybe, that's just my fate."
The atmosphere grew heavy.
The two young people, once joyful, now felt like they were crushed under a heavy stone. This topic couldn't be broached lightly; it hurt every time it was mentioned.
After a long silence, Lin Sheng was the first to speak.
"Mianmian, do you have any paper and pen? Brother Qin said he wanted to send a letter home. Let his family know he's safe."
