Chapter 397 The Final Farewell 2 From the moment Qin Ye arrived at the scene, he felt that something was wrong with Su Tang.
Too calm.
It was frighteningly calm.
The other female soldiers were crying, screaming, and at a loss.
And she just stood there quietly, like a lifeless statue, as if the whole world had nothing to do with her.
Her face was expressionless, without tears, sadness, or even anger.
There was only a hollow, chilling silence.
Qin Ye's heart clenched suddenly.
He would rather see her cry, see her make a scene, see her break down.
Because crying and venting mean that pain can still find an outlet.
At this moment, she was like a black hole drained of all emotions. All her pain, sorrow, and self-blame were suppressed in that bottomless vortex, with nowhere to be vented.
This is a hundred times more dangerous than any hysterical collapse.
He knew what this girl named Wang Xiaoya meant to him.
Those were some of the few friends she had in this cold camp who were willing to treat her with genuine kindness.
The girl who would foolishly save all the good food for her, who would trust her without reservation, and who would clumsily try to share her burden when she was tired.
Now, the girl has become a cold corpse, lying right in front of her.
Qin Ye strode through the crowd and walked step by step toward Su Tang.
With each step he took, his heart sank a little deeper.
He walked up to her, his tall figure completely enveloping her and blocking out the first pale rays of the rising sun.
"Tangtang..." he blurted out involuntarily, his voice extremely soft, carrying a hint of caution that he himself was unaware of...
He wanted to say, "Let's go back," to take her away from this cruel scene. Then, he suddenly realized he had lost his composure and quickly stopped himself from saying the rest of his sentence…
Su Tang finally reacted.
She slowly raised her head. Her once clear, insightful, and playful eyes were now like two bottomless ancient wells, without a ripple and reflecting no image.
She ignored Qin Ye, walked around him, and stepped by step, walked towards the crooked tree.
Every step was taken with extraordinary slowness and heaviness.
All eyes were on her.
The crying gradually subsided.
She walked over to Wang Xiaoya and squatted down.
She didn't look at the face that had lost all color and was tinged with a bluish-purple hue.
Her gaze fell on Wang Xiaoya's bare feet, which were covered in wounds and mud.
The cobblestone path was so long, so hard, and so cold.
How did this silly girl manage to get to where she is today?
Does it hurt?
Are you cold?
Su Tang reached out, wanting to touch those cold feet, but her hand trembled so badly in mid-air that she couldn't bring it down.
A belated, sharp pain finally broke through the thick layer of numbness and pierced her heart.
It wasn't a cut, it wasn't a tear.
Rather, it was a slow, cruel form of torture.
Yesterday, she was at a technology seminar, outlining the blueprint for future weapons to top experts.
She was still thinking that after this mission was over, she and Qin Ye would find a beautiful place with clear waters and green mountains and live the most ordinary and peaceful life.
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