Life is inherently such a desolate and heartbreaking process.
Coming into this world crying, leaving this world smiling.
The various scenes from the past replay in Lin Zifeng's mind like a yesterday revisited. Every time he recalls the instructor's cold and yet wickedly charming smile, Lin Zifeng's heart feels as though it is being pierced by thousands of sharp needles one by one.
If time could reverse and replay, he would rather stay in the Heavenly Gate and accompany the instructor more.
Back then, without the instructor, he would have died on the battlefield, the heartless bomb would have shredded his flesh to pieces.
"I'm sorry, instructor. I'm powerless." In the end, Lin Zifeng compromised, lowering his head, which was always proud and not easily defeated, and two lines of clear tears slid down from the corners of his eyes.
He held the instructor's fiery and delicate body, his heart wrenching, feeling utterly helpless.
