Gu Huaijin's chest trembled, his pupils widened, his eyes full of joy. He wanted to wipe the tears from Song Zhi's face with his hands. After a pause, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the tears from Song Zhi's face, protecting her wholeheartedly as if she were a treasure.

Then he asked tremblingly: "I knew it was you who came back."

He hugged her tightly. He didn't ask anything. He didn't ask what she had experienced over the years, nor did he ask why such a bizarre thing happened. He only knew that the person in his arms was Song Zhi.

Song Zhi's suppressed crying turned into wailing. She didn't expect that she was the character in the play. She had been watching everyone in the story as a bystander, but in the end she found out that Gu Huaijin and she were the ones who were missed. They were childhood sweethearts. They had already expressed their feelings to each other long before the fake Song Zhi came, but they didn't break the window paper.

Even after her soul disappeared and exchanged with the fake Song Zhi's, he never gave up on her. He was the only person besides his mother who cared about her.

When no one was optimistic about him, he was able to break up the engagement despite the huge pressure, and he was able to protect himself silently in the days that followed. Even though the fake Song Zhi pretended to be distant, he still carefully protected his body in an empty corner.

How could he be so good? It made her heart ache. He had been waiting for her for so many years, and even when he was powerless and had no other options, he still persisted.

Just thinking about this kind of despair and helplessness made Song Zhi unable to breathe. This was what she owed him, and she could never repay him in her lifetime.

Gu Huaijin knew that she needed to vent and couldn't accept this matter for a while, so he let her cry, but gently patted her back to make her breathing smoother.

Song Zhi finished crying and looked up at Gu Huaijin with tears in her eyes. Gu Huaijin also looked at her and comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid of anything. As long as you're back, it's fine. It's fine."

He seemed to be talking to her, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

Song Zhi stared at his lips for a long time, then held his face with both hands, sat up and kissed him with a domineering and somewhat venting force.

Gu Huaijin's body stiffened, but he quickly reacted and took the initiative. He used his arms to carry Song Zhi to the bed, veins bulging on his hands, and then he moved forward.

The two people were tearing at each other like wild beasts, but also seemed to be making up for the shortcomings of these years.

This night was a natural progression.

The next day, when Song Zhi woke up, she felt sore all over when she turned over, not to mention getting out of bed and walking. She was limping, so she took a rare leave today, even though she had always been at work on time.

It was Gu Huaijin who asked for leave, and Song Zhi only found out when he got up and saw the note on the table.

She was originally thin-skinned, and even though she had become a little thicker-skinned after practicing in modern times, she still blushed when she thought about such things.

But she didn't know that when Gu Huaijin went to ask for leave today, she walked briskly with a smile in her eyes. It was a rare day when her icy face melted. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that she didn't look uncomfortable at all.

Gu Huaijin was particularly easy to talk to today, and the training tasks were not too heavy, so everyone had time to chat.

A bald young soldier asked, "Don't you feel like the political commissar is not doing well today?"

Another person nearby responded, "You only just realized that your brain seems to be a little slow."

"I'm feeling a little bit amorous." The bald man touched his chin, pondered for a moment, and made a decision.

"Iron tree blooms?"

"You use that term in a civilized way. It seems the literacy class was worth it. But he and his sister-in-law have been married for so long, and it's only now that the marriage is happening?"

"This..." The person who spoke paused. After all, he was just a pure boy. He didn't understand the relationship between husband and wife. He was stuck for a moment and didn't know how to explain.

They were chatting on the training ground, but Gu Huaijin looked down at the time several times, calculating how long it would take until the end of get off work. He had never felt time passing so slowly before, and every second felt like a year, which was extremely unbearable.

After finally making it to the end of the workday, he saw the second hand pass 12 and immediately said, "Disband."

After saying that, he left quickly and his figure disappeared quickly, leaving the soldiers looking at each other in confusion, not understanding what their political commissar was so anxious about. However, they were indeed very anxious to eat, so they ran to the cafeteria without thinking about the reason.

When Gu Huaijin returned, Song Zhi was making lunch. In fact, she was still feeling unwell, but she wanted to let Gu Huaijin have a hot meal when he got off work.

"Why are you up? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Seeing him ask such an embarrassing question with a serious and concerned look on his face, Song Zhilian forgot to ask him why he came back so early.

"Not bad." Song Zhi said in a low voice.

If it weren't for Gu Huaijin's good hearing, he wouldn't have heard her speak. He frowned, but fortunately, she didn't mean she was uncomfortable. He said unhappily, "You go and rest, I'll do it. What do you want to eat?"

"Noodles." Song Zhi looked at him and saw that although he looked unhappy, he still cared about him. His two fox eyes smiled into crescent shapes, and he was visibly happy. He stood on tiptoe and kissed Gu Huaijin, then ran out of the kitchen embarrassedly.

Gu Huaijin was stunned by her sudden action. When he reacted, she had disappeared. He shook his head gently, and the smile on the corner of his mouth could not be suppressed.

Gu Huaijin spoke at the dinner table, a rare occurrence. "I'm going to have annual leave next month. I've already informed you. It's seven days."

Song Zhi looked up in surprise: "Really? I just don't know when I will have a holiday, otherwise I will ask for leave then."

Song Zhi thought about it and realized that she really wanted to go back and see her mother. She had always wanted to escape when she came here, but now she knew that this was her mother, the mother who gave birth to her after ten months of pregnancy. No wonder she felt a sense of intimacy at the time. She thought it was the original owner's emotion.

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