A week later, in the Fourth Squadron's ward.
That morning, the winter sun shone through the clean glass window, casting its light on the white sheets, bringing a sense of tranquility and peace, a warmth that was intoxicating, especially for Luo Zheng and the others who had returned from the battlefield. After surviving near-death experiences, what they longed for most was this kind of peaceful life, free of desire and conflict. Luo Zheng watched the birch leaves dancing in the wind outside the window, like elves fluttering and celebrating peace, feeling calm and at ease inside.
Voices came from the corridor outside, and soon, a young man around fifteen years old walked in excitedly, holding a basket of flowers, and shouted in surprise, "Big brother, I'm here to see you." The visitor was about 1.7 meters tall, slim, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. His whole body exuded a faint sharpness, like a blade that had been honed.
