Ye Jian did not dare to hug Xia Jinyuan’s injured waist. Her hands tightly grasped his hospital gown. Her sore nose secretly took a deep breath, and then she softly replied, “I was scared when you left, but everyone told me that I could only choose to believe that you will return home safely; I have no other choice.”
“I was scared, but I always believe that you will come back safely.”
She understood him. She knew what he was feeling under the tight hug. She knew he was guilty, knew he wanted to apologize to her, and she also understood why he couldn’t say “I’m sorry”; she knew it; she understood it.
Her soft answer made Xia Jinyuan, an iron bone man who never cried even if he was afraid, suddenly feel the moisture in his eyes. His deep and bright eyes flashed with tears in the light.
How lucky he was to meet a lover who knew him and understood him, how lucky he was to meet her.
“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid; how can I let anything happen to me when I know that you’re still waiting for me to come back? Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, I will be fine, for you, for myself, for my comrades, for my loyal country, how can I do something to harm myself.”
His big hand touched the top of her hair, stroking her gently while comforting, “It’s okay, don’t worry, Little Fox. You look forward to my return; how can I be willing to ruin your hope.”
“I’ve said, I will accompany you to grow old together. This is a promise. The promise I made to you, I can’t break my promise.”
How could he be willing to make the person who loved him sad? How could he be willing to let her live alone and lonely in the future? It was so difficult for her to open her heart. Once he was gone, how could her world still accommodate another man?
He was reluctant to see her sad, reluctant to see her be lonely, reluctant to leave her alone. With so many reluctances, how could he let himself leave her?
Holding her head tightly, Xia Jinyuan, who slowly closed his eyes, lowered his head and dropped a kiss to her head, “I love you, Ye Jian, I will love you until the end of life…”
He loved her so deeply. He loved his lover, who made him feel heartache and made him feel compassion. From manhood to twilight, from black hair to gray hair, he would love her until his last breath.
Ye Jian, whose eyes were a little wet, bit her lower lip, biting tightly, and forcibly forced back the sound of crying.
“Remember my words, Little Fox; I will try my best to come back and stay alive to see you, please; you must insist on waiting for me to come back. When I leave you to perform missions, you must wait for me to come back quietly. Never must you be influenced by me, especially when you are performing tasks; you are not allowed to be affected because of me.”
“You have to do the same. You have to work hard to come back alive for me. Don’t let me down, don’t make me sad. I’d rather you come back alive with a blood-stained military uniform, you understand.”
Ye Jian, who had held back her cry, nodded. She understood; she understood all of this.
“I know, you told me before. I remember it all in my heart; I will always remember it.” Ye Jian closed her eyes and sniffed the familiar aura on his body; this kind of feeling… made her feel at ease.
It didn’t matter that he was injured, as long as he could come back alive. At this moment, Ye Jian understood why the injuries of the Elite Platoon soldiers represented a new life.
It turned out that coming back alive from an injury meant they were given a new life.
