The cold dagger, like it was carrying an extreme chill, in an instant, solidified Ling Han's blood.
"Team Leader Lin…"
Ling Han's voice trembled, her face as white as paper.
But in her hands, she tightly grasped the armband Lin Yi had given her.
"It's come to this point, talking about anything else is already meaningless."
The car was completely silent, with no expression on Lin Yi's face.
Ling Han's hands clutched the armband, her body shaking violently.
"I'm, I'm sorry…"
Two lines of clear tears fell from Ling Han's cheeks, shattering on her lapel.
Like fireworks, brilliantly bursting in the sky.
Beautiful yet fleeting.
"As Team Leader of the first group of the Central Guards Brigade, I hope you can tell me everything."
As he spoke, Lin Yi retracted his dagger.
Like a quiet listener, silently waiting.
Ling Han bowed her head, the tears silently falling.
