It was too early; he had never thought she would be exposed to real death so soon.
Lian Qiao was very puzzled.
In her view, Brother Huo's face was a picture of solemn silence; his indifference made it impossible for her to discern his emotions. She tried to calm herself down, telling herself it didn't matter, these were all training exercises, that what had just happened was merely training, no one died, no one died...
But she couldn't do it; her heart was filled to the brim with inexplicable anxiety and panic.
She didn't know what to do, how to stop thinking about it.
"Brother Huo—" After a long while, she buried her head deeply into his chest like an ostrich and whispered motionlessly, "I don't want to be a soldier, I don't want to kill people, I didn't want him to die, do you believe me? My mind is muddled; why did I shoot?"
She kept repeating these few sentences. She wasn't rowdy, didn't cry, and didn't show any excessive urgency.
