After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Zhi finally fell into a deep sleep. In her dream, she seemed to see herself and Shen Qingchen walking hand in hand in a sea of flowers, with children playing happily nearby. At that moment, a long-lost smile appeared on her face. However, a sudden chill hit her, and she woke up with a start, realizing that she had just had a dream.
Jiang Zhi sat up and looked at the dark environment around her, feeling lonely and helpless. At this time, she found that Shen Qingchen was sitting not far away, looking at her quietly.
"Why haven't you slept yet?" Jiang Zhi asked softly.
Shen Qingchen smiled bitterly, "I can't sleep. I'm thinking about tomorrow's battle and our future." His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of fatigue.
Jiang Zhi's heart ached. She knew that Shen Qingchen was under no less pressure than she was. "Don't think too much. Let's solve the problem at hand first." Her voice was flat, but it revealed a hint of concern.
Shen Qingchen nodded, "Well, don't worry, I will protect you and everyone." His eyes were full of firmness and determination, as if conveying a kind of strength to Jiang Zhi.
Jiang Zhi didn't say anything. She lay down again, closed her eyes, and tried to let herself fall asleep again. However, Shen Qingchen's words kept echoing in her mind, and her heart couldn't calm down for a long time.
Throughout this long night, Jiang Zhi and Shen Qingchen struggled with their own thoughts. Their emotions were like stars in the night sky, obscured by dark clouds but still gleaming faintly. Tomorrow's decisive battle would be a turning point in their fates, where both love and hatred would find their ultimate resolution.
When the first rays of sunlight penetrated the clouds and shone on the ruins, Jiang Zhi, Shen Qingchen, and Lin Ze slowly stood up. Their eyes were filled with fighting spirit and determination. After a night of rest and reflection, they were fully prepared for the upcoming decisive battle.
The three men once again checked their weapons and equipment, ensuring nothing was missing. Then, they marched toward the mysterious organization's lair, their steps firm and powerful, like an elite force about to enter a battlefield. In their wake, they left behind a long trail of footprints, a testament to their hardships and perseverance along the way. A life-or-death struggle awaited them, but they remained undaunted, for they held firm to their faith—for justice, for their families, and for each other.
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