These are things that the world today is far from capable of doing.

Her gaze swept over the bandages on Howard's body, and her voice, though soft, struck Howard's heart like a hammer blow: "The price is high!"

Her gaze revealed a mixture of indifference and pity, causing Howard to involuntarily swallow.

Maybe they were thirsty...

Howard's hand tightened, and he instinctively tried to explain, "At the time... the situation was urgent... the other side detonated a miniature bomb..."

He recalled that split second, the crazed smile on the spy's face, and the wave of deathly heat he felt as he lunged at him!

If Jiang Feng hadn't rushed over and kicked the bomb away...

He was a soldier, dedicated to protecting secrets and completing missions, even at the cost of his life.

But at this moment, facing Mingzhao's gaze, his heart suddenly softened, as if it were being immersed in warm water, caressed and kneaded by a pair of soft, smooth hands.

"Is it worth it?" Mingzhao suddenly asked.

Howard ended his unfounded speculation.

Is it worth it? In a soldier's dictionary, there is only "completing the mission," not "whether it's worth it."

If I had to say, "It was worth it."

"That is... the future of the nation." China has only recently ended a century of war, and countless talents have died to achieve what it has today. Perhaps it will be a very long time before our motherland truly prospers, but... it was worth it.

As long as the country exists, the family exists!

Upon hearing Howard's answer, Mingzhao did not press the matter further.

She simply lowered her head and continued to carefully wipe his lips and groin with a cotton swab dipped in water. Her movements were even gentler than before, carrying a silent respect and understanding.

She carefully observed Howard's face. His eyebrows were thick and sharply defined, and his eyes were large, with dark pupils that always conveyed a sense of determination and understanding. His nose was high and straight, and his lips seemed to be of even thickness, with a small M-shape.

It was plump and full, but perhaps due to injury and weakness, it had a whitish tinge.

I'm thinking...

Mingzhao was overcome with lust.