"I'm not, Nan Xiaoxi." Baru turned his head up and pressed her head into his chest. Nanxi could just hear the powerful resonance of his chest when he spoke.
"I'm not a hero. I'm just forced into a situation. If I don't kill people with a gun, others will. Honey, now that I have you, I have no way out. I can only grit my teeth and charge forward, saving my life to fight for a future, because I'm too greedy and want your life forever.
Just like you said, I'm very petty. When I think about you lying in someone else's arms after I die, calling someone else your husband, and having someone else's child in your belly, my heart feels like it's being scratched by a cat's claws. I'd want to blow up the Yama Palace and come and take you away."
He gave a bitter laugh. "Joint law enforcement doesn't do me any good. The election is imminent, and my most important task right now is to protect Brother Meng. Once he takes office, we can discuss joint law enforcement. I can even earn some military merits and gain favors with China. Right now, the timing is not right. I can't make too many enemies for Brother Meng, and I have to be on guard against anyone exploiting the joint law enforcement."
Nanxi looked up at him. He had handsome and smooth features, a high nose bridge, and dark, bright eyes. He was only twenty-one years old, barely grown into a man, but he had the burden of the mountains and rivers and years on his shoulders. What a heavy burden that was.
His journey, and even his future destination, have been full of ups and downs.
A wave of heartache welled up in her heart. She reached out and stroked his cheek, "Ba Xiaolu." Her voice was soft, tender and sweet.
"Hmm?" The man uttered a syllable from his throat.
"You are my hero. From now on, I will accompany you. You can go without worry. No matter when it is dark or day, I will keep the door open for you, turn on the lights, and wait for you at home."
Suddenly, the man felt a lump in his nose and mist welled up in his eyes. The last time someone told him to wait for him to come home was when he was eight years old. Before he went out, his mother told him to go home early after playing, and she would wait for him at home for dinner.
"Okay." His chest was so choked that he couldn't utter a complete sentence, and could only squeeze out a syllable. However, the big hands clasped on her head tightened and tightened, and he rubbed his cheek against hers, over and over again.
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