Chapter 32: Chapter 032 What She Wanted Most Was Still Him
She really believed it.
She thought that in the Apocalypse, with human hearts shattered and morality crumbled, how many could remain as innocent as a child, maintaining their original intentions? Even she was no longer that girl who would soften at the sight of soone else’s tears.
Yet, the man who seed like a millennia-old Fox, always getting the better end of the deal in front of her every day, was the very sa person who, on the true battlefield, did not hesitate to shed his blood on the land he saw as his faith.
She was left alone, standing in place, waiting for soone who would never co back to smile at her again.
When he left, he kissed her for the first ti, his lips touching hers so lightly that even that was enough to make her heart flutter.
The crisis at the front line haunted her already fragile nerves daily, with reports of dead soldiers and civilians arriving every day. The list of military martyrdom filled her with dread, and she had to muster her greatest courage to look at it; only finding his na absent could she breathe a sigh of relief.
He was still alive… nothing was more important than that.
She kept waiting for him to co back, wanting to ask him what that kiss ant before he left.
But all she received were his ashes, sacrificed without even a last word. He had finally fulfilled his lifelong wish, to protect his country with honor, fighting until the last drop of his blood was spilt.
He had finally beco the truly free eagle, soaring in the azure sky he had longed for.
And her?
How could he bear to leave her on this ravaged land?
She didn’t know if he thought of her before his sacrifice, or if he considered how she would be without him.
During those days of despair, she cried herself to sleep every night. When loneliness overwheld her in the dead of night, she’d think to just die and follow him. But co dawn, she’d scold herself for betraying his years of dedication to her. She was a life he had snatched back from King Yama, bite by bite, and she didn’t even have the right to die.
If she went to see him without a fight, she knew he’d give her a mouthful, she was sure of it.
She had survived the toughest days; how could she lack spirit on this very land he had fought for so fiercely, laying down his life in the process?
Waking up one night, she gathered her spirits and forced herself to live, pouring both her and his passion for life into the reconstruction work of the new city.
When she finally received the dal of honor from the mayor, she wished he could stand beside her, proud of her.
Looking at the other honored citizens embracing their loved ones happily, she could only quietly step back in envy and bring a bouquet of paper flowers to his grave.
She wanted to tell him that she hadn’t let him down, that he had given his life for the country and the people, and although she couldn’t do the sa, she could still contribute her modest efforts to the country he loved.
But what she wanted most was still him…
Tears unknowingly trailed down her cheeks.
Suddenly, a small hand reached out, offering her a tissue.
Su Shu ca to her senses, hesitated before accepting the tissue and wiping her face casually. She smiled at Xiao’ai, turned off the engine, and took Xiao’ai ho.
As the elevator numbers climbed, Su Shu suddenly laughed in the confined space.
In her past life, he had kept her reeling with his antics; this ti, she was the gold-gleaming, reborn individual. Let’s see how he’d fool her now, his old tricks were useless against her! She lifted the corners of her lips, her eyes brimming with tears and laughter.
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