Xue Yanchen was half-dead, but he didn't dare leave, fearing that the guy might do something irrational again.

He went back and locked his dorm room door, then came back to keep Xue Yanchen company.

He wanted to find a topic to talk about with Xue Yanchen to help him distract himself.

"Brother Chen, don't sleep yet. I have something to tell you, it's about our camp."

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't want to pay any attention to them at all.

He continued, talking to himself, "I heard about that little brat in the Third Company, him."

"Don't talk to me, I don't want to hear anything right now."

"All right."

Zhao Jun could only sit on the edge of the bed, resting her chin on her hand, watching over this man who was about to be killed by love.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he was so tired that he leaned against the bed railing and gradually fell asleep.

Victory Brigade

As usual, Luo Jingyan spent some time with Luo Changtian after dinner, then went back to her room to walk the cat in her spatial dimension before going to sleep.

I was strolling along a country path, enjoying the rural scenery, and feeling quite relaxed, when suddenly my heart ached.

She didn't know why this was happening.

Could she have heart problems at such a young age?

Moreover, she has a very regular daily routine and drinks spiritual spring water from the space that has the function of strengthening the body. Could it be that she lacks physical exercise?

Although she doesn't participate in physical exercise regularly every day, she feels that she gets quite a bit of exercise.

Forget it, it's just a fleeting pain, I shouldn't think about it too much.

After taking a stroll in the fields, she returned to the villa, took a shower, and prepared to go to sleep.

The bed was soft and comfortable, but she had difficulty falling asleep after lying down, and it took her an hour to gradually drift off.

But she had just fallen asleep and drifted off to sleep when she woke up in a cold sweat.

"Yanchen!"

She sat up, recalling the scene from her dream: she and Xue Yanchen were standing on the edge of a cliff, and only one of them could survive, but Xue Yanchen jumped off first.

She raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief when she realized it was just a dream.

Why would I suddenly have a nightmare?

She usually has sweet dreams, but suddenly she had a nightmare and couldn't fall asleep for a while. It took her two hours to finally drift off to sleep again.

In the military dormitory, Zhao Jun probably felt uncomfortable sleeping in his position, so he woke up in the middle of the night. But when he opened his eyes, he found that there was no one in front of him.

What about Xue Yanchen?

Xue Yanchen was nowhere to be seen in the rest of the room.

He probably went to the toilet to pee, and he happened to need to pee too.

But when his gaze inadvertently swept across the table, he noticed that the letter on the table was also gone. Looking further, he realized that Xue Yanchen's coat was gone, and it seemed that one of his bags was missing as well.

He sat up abruptly, glanced at his watch, and saw it was exactly midnight. What on earth had Xue Yanchen been up to?

To find out if Xue Yanchen was in the dormitory, he went to the bathroom to check. There was no one there. When he came back, he found that he was holding a piece of paper in his hand.

"Zhao Jun, I'm going to the countryside."

countryside!

He must have gone to find Luo Jingyan.

At this moment, Xue Yanchen had already boarded the train bound for Jilin Province.

Rewind to two hours earlier. Xue Yanchen had been lying in bed for more than two hours. His head had stopped buzzing, and he had regained some of his normal thinking ability.

Regardless of why Luo Jingyan broke up with him, or whether she likes someone now, he still wants to go back and see her.

He wanted to hear it from her own mouth and see it with his own eyes, even though doing so would make him even more heartbroken.

He didn't wake Zhao Jun, quietly packed a few clothes, and put the letter away. Before leaving, he slipped a note into Zhao Jun's hand to prevent him from worrying.

He carried his luggage and went straight to the regimental commander's house. The commander was already asleep, but he woke him up by knocking on the door.

"Sir, I need to request leave to visit my family."

The team leader looked bewildered: "Why are you in such a hurry, asking for leave so late at night? What happened?"

"This is a very important matter; please, sir, approve it."

The group leader was somewhat embarrassed: "Xiao Xue, I won't stop you from taking leave, but you have to ask in advance. How can I approve it in such a rush?"

"The leader can approve it whenever he wants."

Seeing his resolute attitude, and considering it was rare to see a war god in the army ask for leave, the regimental commander immediately granted him leave and even had someone take him to the station.

Xue Yanchen bought a sleeper ticket, but he couldn't fall asleep for a moment once he got on the train.

His mind was filled with nothing but Luo Jingyan. He recalled their past, their firm and beautiful promises, and the many days they spent together. How could she just break up with him like that?

Unable to sleep, he took out the letter and read it several times, actually focusing on the three characters "Lu Chengye." His eyes burned with a fierce rage, as if he wanted to burn a hole through "Lu Chengye."

He stared at that letter for a long time, and suddenly noticed something.

Although the handwriting on the letter was exactly the same as Luo Jingyan's, a closer look would reveal some differences, and these differences were quite subtle.

Of course, even if it is the same person writing, the same characters will not be written the same every time, but the overall style will not be too different.

Therefore, the fact that one or two words, or even just a few words, are written differently does not necessarily mean there is a problem with the letter.

The letter didn't contain many words, but Xue Yanchen still noticed the problem.

He felt that the letter might not have been written by Luo Jingyan, but rather that someone had deliberately imitated Luo Jingyan's handwriting and copied the letter.

Perhaps fearing to give themselves away, they tried to finish their story in the shortest possible words.

Who would do such a thing?