The two spies' expressions changed instantly, as if they had lost their parents.

They realized that Zhao Feng wouldn't interrogate them like an ordinary person; he would actually take action!

They couldn't stop trembling at the thought of the pain they had just experienced.

Zhao Feng continued, "Go prepare some saline solution to disinfect their wounds. Oh, and also prepare some needles and thread; I've stitched up wounds for my teammates before."

"Stop talking! Fine, I'll tell you!"

The two were utterly terrified, mainly because Zhao Feng gave off an extremely sharp aura, like a fully drawn blade!

"That list is real. Skinny Monkey sewed it into his sleeve. Just today at the garbage dump, he risked his life to make us kill that soldier because of this list."

Zhao Feng stared intently at him, recalling the soldier's report about the scrap metal yard; there was indeed a body that had been blown up.

He believed some of it, but not all of it, so he simply read out the name on the list, "Li Changhe".

The two spies' eyes flickered simultaneously.

It seems they know this person.

"Wang Shuqin".

...

After reading the last name, Zhao Feng looked at the part circled in red.

These are the people they recognize; the rest are not.

Zhao Feng turned around and went to the place where Chen Jingming was being held. He repeated the list, reading it aloud and using Chen's reaction to determine who he recognized.

He knows quite a few people.

However, later on, Chen Jingming realized his intentions and began to deliberately conceal his emotions.

Zhao Feng walked out of the interrogation room. "Men, go and investigate everyone on the list. If there's anything wrong, arrest them!"

Night was falling.

The lights in the military headquarters went out one by one.

Only a few lights were still on in the hospital.

Zhao Feng pushed open the ward door and saw Xu Xinghe already asleep on the folding bed. She was sleeping restlessly, her brows furrowed, as if she were having a nightmare.

He walked to the windowsill, lay down on another bed, and stared intently at Xu Xinghe's sleeping face.

The moonlight streaming through the window shone on the floor, casting a soft glow on her small face, making her look incredibly beautiful.

Zhao Feng turned over, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

He simply stared at the ceiling, trying to recall the names on the list, but as he thought about it, Xu Xinghe's crying face reappeared in his mind.

He inexplicably turned around again.

Xu Xinghe was still asleep, breathing evenly, exuding a fragile yet pure beauty.

My heart skipped a beat.

Zhao Feng froze, then awkwardly looked away.

He had lived for over twenty years and seen many women, but he had never felt this way about anyone else.

Perhaps it's because Xu Xinghe shed so many tears for Jiang Linchuan, maybe he also wants a woman like that...

Before we knew it, it was broad daylight.

Xu Xinghe opened her eyes.

Only she and Jiang Linchuan remained in the ward.

She quickly got up and washed up, but had no appetite for breakfast. She sat down by the hospital bed, took Jiang Linchuan's hand, and gently stroked the calluses on it.

"Please wake up soon, okay? I still want to have a snowball fight with you, celebrate the New Year together, and eat stewed goose in an iron pot together..."

"Oh, right, in your letter to me before, you mentioned that there's a tree in Hongxing Village that looks a lot like a peach tree, and it's covered in blossoms in the spring. You said you'd go see it with me..."

Xu Xinghe talked on and on, from the past to the future, leaving no detail unmentioned.

She didn't eat a bite until noon when Lian Xiao brought her food.

"You can't stay here forever, go out for some fresh air."

"I'm not going." Xu Xinghe didn't even look at him, still staring at Jiang Linchuan.

Lian Xiao felt a surge of frustration, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh to a patient.

"Fine, go if you want, don't go if you don't."

Over the next three days, Lian Xiao would bring meals over from time to time, and if he couldn't come himself, he would send someone over.

The political commissar and many others came to visit, but left quickly.

Zhao Feng is rarely seen during the day; he only returns to the ward at night.

Two soldiers remained guarding the door, and they wouldn't do anything unless Xu Xinghe came out.

It was afternoon.

Zhao Feng walked into the ward with an investigation report in his hand, looked down at Xu Xinghe, and said, "The list that Jiang Linchuan risked his life to bring back is real."

He paused. "We've investigated and found that everyone on the list is a spy in this city, and you're not on the list."

It wasn't that simple; they interrogated everyone and pieced together all the clues.

Apart from that collection of poems, no one had any connection with Xu Xinghe.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Chen Jingming confessed that he had never even seen the poetry collection and didn't know why it had ended up in his house.

Xu Xinghe finally raised her head, "So, has my suspicion been cleared?"

“Yes, starting today, you are free.” Zhao Feng stood to the side, one hand in his pocket. “I hope you won’t blame us. We were just following procedure in our investigation. If it weren’t for Jiang Linchuan, you would have been cleared of suspicion sooner or later; it was just a matter of time.”

Xu Xinghe's tears welled up without warning.

It wasn't for her own sake, but for Jiang Linchuan's.

His efforts were worthwhile.

Seeing her tears again, Zhao Feng felt inexplicably uneasy. "You should pack up and go back to rest."

No, I want to stay here.

Zhao Feng didn't try to persuade him further. "Okay."

Xu Xinghe wiped away her tears and suddenly spoke up, "Where's Wang Zhizhi? Have you investigated? Since I'm innocent, she definitely isn't. Why did my poetry collection end up in a spy's house? Don't you need to find out?"