Su Ming'an looked at the people singing joyously.
He must have seen wrong, hallucinating.
Otherwise, how could he see in the reflection of these people's pupils the shadow of a white dove, carrying the green branches of spring?
"Young commander, you must succeed, once we find new resources, we must save everyone…" Jingjing whispered softly, tugging at his clothes: "If it's you, Young commander, you definitely can do it…"
"Okay," Su Ming'an promised, he saw frostbites on Jingjing's face, patch after patch, wrinkling with her smile, like a blooming rose.
"You promised, no going back on your word, don't leave," Jingjing said.
"Hmm, I promised," Su Ming'an said.
It was his first time experiencing such a large-scale war directly.
