No one mentioned it to me...
Gu Nian's eyes brimmed with moisture, which she forced back.
After I returned to the country, I only saw that Fu Jingshen had built an empire from scratch over three years.
But I didn't know... he had been hospitalized with injuries.
...
Sang Yu's thoughts drifted far away, and the inescapable image in her mind was the vivid crimson of the past.
Fu Jingshen's self-blame and despair.
In fact, the new recruit was in the opposing army, and any reasonable person would know not to blame Fu Jingshen.
Yet in his role as the commanding officer, he always believed that Sang Ran's death was his own doing.
For those three months, he endured not only the physical pain of his wounds but also the torment of his psyche.
In short... it was not easy.
Actually... I've already forgiven him.
I believe the blame shouldn't fall on him.
After all, even with correct commands, the gunfight designed in the drills was inevitable.
