"Yuanyuan, listen to me. This war was a little beyond everyone's expectations. The vanguard suffered heavy losses. Our school is going to send some students to participate in the war so that the students can grow in the war." Wen Ziqing felt a pain in his heart when he saw Zhou Yuanyuan's panic. This opportunity to go to the battlefield was not actually a task in Wen Ziqing's school, but something Wen Ziqing fought for himself.

In his previous life, the war had raged on and off for several years. In the middle of the war, Wen Ziqing, due to Wu Xiuli's mischief, was dispatched to the battlefield, even though he wasn't supposed to be fighting. Wen Ziqing witnessed the cruelty of the war firsthand, and saw many of his comrades fall on that land, never to stand up again.

Wen Ziqing was well aware that the failure of several small-scale battles was not due to the lack of our military strength, but because the Chinese soldiers all had compassionate hearts.

Wen Ziqing witnessed a seemingly fragile woman on the other side pretending to have a broken leg and asking for help from our soldiers. Chinese tradition has always been to take good care of women and children, and the people's soldiers are particularly good at this.

The result was tragic. The frail woman transformed into a deadly demon, and the young man who had struggled out of the jungle carrying the woman on his back had his throat slashed by the woman who had called for help. The young man's eyes widened in death, as if he couldn't believe that his kindness had summoned the scythe of the god of death.

Such examples occurred frequently on that battlefield.

This time, the reinforcements were sent to the front lines by a special forces corps led by Zhou Zhixin. Unlike the regular soldiers who had come before, these soldiers had all undergone rigorous special forces training, making them well-suited for combat in the jungles and swamps of the south. Despite this, there was no guarantee of a war without casualties. All Wen Ziqing could do was to join the troops on the front lines, using his foresight to raise everyone's vigilance and minimize casualties among his comrades.

Zhou Yuanyuan lowered her head and said nothing. She really couldn't bear to let Wen Ziqing go to such a dangerous place. On the battlefield, guns and cannons are blind. Even if Wen Ziqing's martial arts skills were high, he couldn't stop a bullet.

However, Wen Ziqing is a student at a military academy. From the moment he chose to attend the academy, Zhou Yuanyuan already knew that he considered being a soldier his lifelong career. It was obviously unrealistic for Wen Ziqing to give up his ideals and go to the battlefield, so... was there any way she could help him?

Seeing that Zhou Yuanyuan didn't say anything, Wen Ziqing thought that the little girl was unhappy with his absence, so he quickly took his backpack from the sofa and took out a few stones from it.

To be precise, this is not an ordinary stone, but a white jade seed material that Wen Ziqing picked up in the Gobi Desert specifically for Zhou Yuanyuan.

"Yuanyuan, I found this in the Gobi Desert during my summer internship. I remember you liked it." Wen Ziqing's voice held a hint of flattery, even to his own liking. Six years ago, Zhou Yuanyuan had first asked Wen Ziqing for an ornament carved from this white jade. Although Zhou Yuanyuan later returned the ornament to Wen Ziqing, Wen Ziqing was certain the little girl simply loved this kind of white jade.

During his summer vacation, Wen Ziqing went to the Gobi Desert for training with Zhou Zhixin's special forces regiment. He had spent two days of his rest time there specifically to find this spot for Zhou Yuanyuan. Wen Ziqing had visited that location during a mission in his previous life; it was a large jade mine, currently unmined. As you can imagine, an unmined jade mine has no roads, so you can imagine the energy Wen Ziqing must have expended collecting these few pieces of jade.

Zhou Yuanyuan looked at the unpolished stones on the table and felt her eyes warm, as if something was flowing out. In her two lifetimes, apart from her blood relatives, Wen Ziqing was the first person who cared about her.

Wen Ziqing hadn't mentioned the incident a few years earlier, and Zhou Yuanyuan had almost forgotten it. At the time, Xiaoyu was in a weak state, and when she saw the jade narcissus carving at Wen Ziqing's house, she was envious of the spiritual energy within. That's when Zhou Yuanyuan asked Wen Ziqing for the ornament.

The ornament was a relic left to Wen Ziqing by his mother. Seeing that Zhou Yuanyuan liked it, Wen Ziqing gave the jade carving to Zhou Yuanyuan without saying a word.

Although Xiaoyu ultimately absorbed the spiritual energy from the jade carving, and Zhou Yuanyuan returned the deprived jade carving to Wen Ziqing, the sight of Wen Ziqing unhesitatingly pressing such a valuable item into her hands remained etched in Zhou Yuanyuan's mind. Wen Ziqing's kindness to her was unconditional.

At this moment, this young man who had been so kind to her was about to go to the battlefield, and she stood by, unable to offer any assistance. Zhou Yuanyuan felt a sense of defeat. She had diligently cultivated to provide a better life for her family, but now, with her immense strength, she couldn't stop Wen Ziqing from going to the battlefield. Zhou Yuanyuan hadn't realized that, since some point, Wen Ziqing, despite having no blood relationship with her, had been considered "family."

Xiaoyu once said that cultivating a monastic life was against heaven's will. Regardless of time and space, monastics could not interfere in mortal wars or changes of political power. Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous. Without the strictures restricting monastics, Zhou Yuanyuan probably would have rushed to the battlefield overnight and annihilated the enemy's supreme leader. Someone who disregarded the lives of the people for their own selfish desires was unfit to be the head of state.

"Yuanyuan, don't cry, it's my fault." Wen Ziqing panicked when he saw tears streaming down Zhou Yuanyuan's eyes. This was the first time Wen Ziqing saw Zhou Yuanyuan cry in all these years. Zhou Yuanyuan had been very sensible since she was a child and had never shed a tear in front of others.

"Brother Ziqing, I..." As soon as Wen Ziqing said this, Zhou Yuanyuan realized that she was already in tears. Zhou Yuanyuan reached out and pushed away Wen Ziqing's hand that was trying to wipe her tears, stood up and ran back to the room.

Looking at the little girl's sad back, Wen Ziqing's feet refused to obey his will when he wanted to catch up with her. Sitting at the dining table piled with empty bowls and plates, Wen Ziqing fell into deep thought.

It was obvious that Zhou Yuanyuan was very unhappy about Wen Ziqing going to the battlefield, otherwise she wouldn't have run back to her room without saying anything. However, as a soldier, it was impossible for Wen Ziqing to abandon his duties.

Home and country—one can only have home if one has country. The concept of defending home and country is deeply engraved in the hearts of every soldier, including Wen Ziqing. When war comes, the soldier's mission is to destroy the invaders at the border and ensure that the people they protect are not ravaged by war.

Zhou Yuanyuan leaned against the door, feeling a dull pain in her chest. The feeling of seeing someone who cared about her in danger but being unable to lend a hand made Zhou Yuanyuan feel terrible.