"Walter Schmidt..." Before hanging up the phone, Emily Stone bit her lip, her eyes red and teary, as tears silently trailed down her cheeks.
"Hmm?" Through the receiver, the man's voice was magnetic and deep, so pleasing to the ear it was almost perfect.
Emily Stone was silent for a moment; she wiped the tears from her face, her voice hoarse as she said, "I... love you."
After uttering those three words, she immediately ended the call.
On the other end of the phone, the man was taken aback. He stared at the phone screen, then his lips curled into a smile, knowing she was shy, so he didn't call back.
That day, Walter Schmidt was in a great mood. In the afternoon, he spontaneously left to attend a military meeting.
It wasn't until ten o'clock at night that he returned to the marshal's residence.
Upon reaching the marshal's residence, the man didn't even change his clothes; he drove directly to the first military district hospital in his uniform.
