"Every time before he leaves home, he even tells me to be prepared for him not coming back. Even though he always says it jokingly, this time it's different. Maybe you can't feel it, but I know it in my heart."
Su Xiaomeng fell silent. She could no longer bring herself to say words of comfort. Yin Meng was right… only those closest to him could notice this kind of subtle change.
She held Yin Meng's icy hand, not daring to imagine what kind of torment she had been going through inside these four weeks.
"Maybe he'd be a bit better off if he were more like Ming Xu—once he's with the troops, he shouldn't keep thinking about home all the time; once he's on a mission, he shouldn't be trying to find ways to communicate with his family… Then I'd feel a bit better, I wouldn't be this on edge all the time."
Yin Meng murmured.
She was still holding herself together, still analyzing rationally, but sitting beside Yin Meng, Su Xiaomeng could still feel how lost and shattered she was.
