That kind of gaze is like a pair of hands, a pair of hands that push you can only move forward, not back, and there is a subtle sense of getting on a thief ship and not getting off.
"Don't give up, don't abandon, I will always take you along, and I will never let go of your hand all the way through the thorns, and walk to the height of the two of us. Will you dare to go on like this with me? For me, for Are you going to live up to the years of your life?"
Originally I wanted to give her some time, let her slowly understand him, and let her know what kind of unit he was in. Now it seems that it is not enough. She knew in advance how dangerous the danger he was facing was. He had to ask him to bring it up instantly, let her understand and accept it as soon as possible.
Ye Jian didn't say a word, she didn't know how to continue.
One thing is certain, even without him leading her, she would not fail her all the years of her life. He was her goal, and once thought of surpassing her goal.
And now this goal tells himself that he is going to take her to stand on the same position, on the same high point,...think about it,...thinking about it is not difficulty, but a surging flood in my heart, sandwiched by waves like overwhelming mountains and seas. Her heart rushed out of a dike, which made her unable to calm down and made her whole body boil.
The mediocrity in the previous life was too long, and the silence was too long. There were so many opportunities in this life that she didn't want to miss any of them, and none of them.
Nodding, gently, and slowly, Ye Jian said: "Okay, but I am not for you, I am only for myself, to live up to the years of this life. I stand by your side, you stand By my side, at the same location, at the same high point... a lifetime comrade-in-arms."
A lifetime comrade-in-arms, a lifetime brother, never leave or give up.
All the members of the Snow Brigade have sworn an oath to be comrades-in-arms for a lifetime, and never give up their comrades-in-arms at any time.
Don't leave, don't give up... His whole body is tied up, K7 thrown in the corner slightly raised his eyes and looked towards the thin window.
Someone came, not just one, but... more than ten people.
Footsteps approached and stopped outside. K7 closed his eyes again, pretending to be in a coma.
It didn't help for him to open his eyes. The blood flowed into his eyes and was on his eyelashes, making his vision very blurred, and even looking outside was a little ghostly.
The captives had no food except a sip of water the next day.
It has been fifty-two hours since he was struggling to open his blood-stained eyes from the coma. There was no interrogation, no torture, so calm that he couldn't hear a trace of clues, and couldn't judge whether there was a comrade in arms.
K7's injury is very serious. Rao is so. Since he woke up, he has maintained a high level of vigilance, has been looking for opportunities to escape, and is thinking about how to escape smoothly.
The only weapon on his body is the belt that is still tied to the waistband, but this thing can't cut the rope, and it is almost the same as the neck.
The military uniform of the miscellaneous army on my body is torn one here and another there. The flesh and blood are covered with fine sand. With breathing, the fine sand seems to be rolling in the black flesh and blood of artillery fire. No matter how strong the body is, there is no fine sand. Washed out, there is no hope for wound healing.
K7, who hadn't moved for fifty-two hours, moved his head slightly. It was such a slight movement that made people feel that this person was still alive.