"Hmm, an intense relationship," Gu Junzhu said: "The year I was notified of his death, I couldn't accept it, I lost control of my emotions, made a mistake, was locked up in solitary confinement, for three days and three nights without eating or drinking."
Three long days and exceedingly long nights, without food or drink, he didn't know how he managed to survive it.
By the time he was released from confinement, no one in their squad was mentioning Duan Yanbing's name anymore.
People like them, they were just like that.
Duan Yanbing was neither the first nor the last to make such a sacrifice. From the day they chose to devote their lives and destinies to their country, they had prepared to lay down their lives for it.
Death was not so dreadful.
As long as their deaths had value, they bore no resentments nor regrets.
However, this time, fate had been kind to him, Duan Yanbing was surprisingly not dead.
He was still alive.
How wonderful.
