In the end, Zoya lowered her head and collapsed little by little. Her hand fell from his shoulder little by little. She sobbed. "You said before that... you would wear a military uniform and marry me. I have been waiting for you to realize this sentence."
Even though he was as hard-hearted as steel, he could not remain indifferent when he saw his beloved woman cry.
Ragib's heart beat twice, and his heart was filled with a sense of injustice.
It was impossible for him to forget his oath.
Looking at the sad Zoya, he knew that he had to give her a reason, a reason for her to agree to his retirement and change her career.
He took out a cigarette and put it between his lips. He lit it and took a drag. "If I said that I was injured when I went back to South Africa and had no choice but to retire, wouldn't you stop asking this question?"
Zoya suddenly raised her head and looked at him. "What did you say?"
