Ye Jian smiled at them. She turned her head and said to Xia Jinyuan, "We need to give way."
"Come earlier next time." Xia Jinyuan calmed down. He picked up his luggage bag and walked down the slope.
Behind her, the girl was amazed. "Wow, that man is so handsome!"
"The girl is prettier," the boy said.
Then, the little girl got unhappy. The little boy had no choice but to admit his mistake and try his best to make his girlfriend happy.
Their love could be unrestrained, and they could argue over small matters without any qualms. This kind of love was close to life. It was calm and sweet.
Their love wouldn't lack speed and passion. The next time they met, they might be facing artillery fire. Bullets flew past their ears. He would say, "Cover, advance." She would respond, "Clean up!"
Love in the battlefield, love in the flames of war, soul-stirring and without regrets.
