In the bedroom, Xiaoyue hugged the Great White Bear and fell into a deep sleep.
Outside the window, lights sparkled in every household.
"It's actually nothing much." Su Mu gently stroked Miaomiao's hair.
"I want to hear it."
The person in his arms looked up with a stubborn gaze. Su Mu, feeling helpless, began recounting his battlefield experiences. Even though he glossed over the dangerous parts, Miaomiao still listened with her heart pounding.
Originally, it was not three or five surviving, but only three people survived!
Feeling Miaomiao hold onto him tightly, Su Mu's voice became even softer, "It's alright, it's all in the past."
"Su Mu, promise me one thing."
"Go ahead."
"If the time comes to defend our home and country, Xiaoyue and I will feel proud and honored for you, but at other times... Xiaoyue and I will be waiting for you at home, I want you to remember that."
"Alright."
