It was precisely because of this group that treated life and death lightly and treated the dignity of the country as their own life that the country could be safe!
Ye Jian was so immersed in her comrades' stories that she forgot that there was a hickey on her neck. Xia Jinyuan, who was sitting beside her, heaved a sigh of relief. At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder if he could tell his story too.
Outside, Qin Xiu had asked which room Ye Jian was staying in. He needed to return to the capital city early because he had something on. He knocked on Ye Jian's room three times before calling out with a smile, "Ye Jian, it's me, Qin Xiu."
It was very quiet inside. No one seemed to be inside.
Qin Xiu looked at the room number. He checked, and it was indeed Ye Jian's room.
