After all, for some illnesses, mental state is more important than medicine.
"By the way, Sister Lin, did you forget to turn off the stove when you left? It looks like your kettle is boiling!"
Lin Yingru was taken aback. She had vaguely heard the voice as well. She quickly told her comrade and hurried inside.
She had her doubts; she hadn't boiled water before going for her run.
As she wiped her sweat and stepped through the door, she saw the kettle kneeling in the living room.
The man was crying and sniffling, his body hunched over, and his sobbing echoed throughout the living room.
Lin Yingru's lips twitched; this was the first time she had ever seen this man in such a disheveled state.
She still remembers the first time she disguised herself as a man and became his soldier. Because of the intense training during the day, she couldn't help but secretly wipe away tears in her room at night.
What did this man say again?
"What are you crying for! If tears were effective against the enemy, next time we're on the battlefield, I'll make you cry to the enemy. Let's see if that bastard will listen to you!"
"A real man sheds blood, not tears; tears are the least valuable thing on a man's face!"
"If I see you whining and peeing in the room again, your training will be doubled tomorrow!"
Lin Yingru thought about the outrageous things this man had done and the outrageous things he had said before he discovered she was a woman. Now that the tables had turned, she couldn't help but want to say the same things to him.
But things are different now; they have been a devoted couple for decades.
Lin Yingru sighed, walked over to the kettle, and patted him on the shoulder.
"Brother Yue, why are you crying?"
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