Time passed slowly. From 8:15 to 11:30, Ye Jian and her senior brothers, who were at the flag-raising platform, stood motionless with the Type 95 replica guns that were as heavy as their originals. They maintained their standard military posture, straight like pine and exuding piercingly cold auras
Ye Zhifan had been paying attention to Ye Jian the entire time. When the military parade ended and the flag bearers needed to get off the flag platform, he tightened his grip.
If anything happened to Ye Jian at this time, even Uncle Gen might not be able to save her if he was still alive.
Step by step, she walked down the stairs elegantly. Step by step, she walked past the podium with her head held high. Everyone looked at her and their gazes landed on her. Ye Zhifan clenched his fists even tighter.
