Greenland, Human Alliance Army base.
Wang Ye sat on an ammunition box, loading bullets into an empty magazine.
Somehow, only loading bullets could relax him now.
At this moment, Wang Mingxue ran down from the nearby staircase, her left hand holding a thermos, her right carrying a thermal bucket, and she walked over to Wang Ye.
"Ginger Coke. Hot." Wang Mingxue placed the thermal bucket at Wang Ye's feet.
He had grown big now, so he needed a bigger container to drink from.
"You know I won't catch a cold, right?" Wang Ye said, continuing to load his bullets.
"Of course, I know, I also know that you have less than ten years to live." Wang Mingxue said.
They remained silent for a few seconds, and Wang Mingxue shook her thermos, then said, "Uh... that joke might not be very funny."
"I'll tell another joke. Maybe neither of us will live past ten years, we might die." Wang Ye said.
"Let's not talk about such unlucky things. We'll get past this, I have a feeling." Wang Mingxue said.
