Seeing her strange expression, all her comrades exchanged glances.
Xia Yiran, her eyes filled with worry, voiced what everyone was thinking: "What's wrong with our boss?"
Her face is so pale, I hope something bad has happened.
Ye Yingjian's gaze lingered on the doorway before she reluctantly stepped away.
"I'll go check it out." The others, not trusting him, followed closely behind.
Back in her apartment, Shen Shiyi stared blankly ahead. Suddenly, she got up, turned on the TV, and turned the volume up to maximum. The female military news anchor on the channel was delivering the latest news with professional accuracy. Suddenly, Shen Shiyi lost control, covered her mouth, and burst into tears.
I sat limp on the ground, my heart aching terribly as I thought of the videos on the USB drive.
Shen Shiyi: It turns out my child didn't die at birth; it was murder. Five years have passed, yet it feels like yesterday, each day tearing at her long-sealed heart. Despair, profound despair.
Thinking of her son, whom she had never even met, a deep sense of regret and self-reproach overwhelmed her. Looking at the chubby little boy in her arms, she knew that fate had shown him no mercy. Why? God, why are you so unfair? What did I do wrong to deserve this punishment?
Ultimately, she couldn't escape the cruel tricks of fate, and she had to swallow her sorrow alone. The reason she secretly cried in a corner was because she didn't want others to see her vulnerability.
Her comrades-in-arms had gathered in the downstairs living room, exchanging bewildered glances. They were still watching military news so late at night. Something was off; the colonel always went to bed on time. This was very unusual.
When Sun Zhiling forcefully pushed open Shen Shiyi's room door, she saw a woman sitting on the cold floor, her hair disheveled. Her eyes were red and swollen, her face streaked with tears, and she stared blankly at the military news. It was less that she was watching the news and more that she was lost in thought. She wore a white shirt dress, her long, straight, white legs exposed, sitting cross-legged without any regard for her appearance.
Xia Yiran, the captain of the elite team, walked over, puzzled. "Shiyi, what's wrong?"
She bent down and squatted down next to Shen Shiyi. They were comrades-in-arms from the same unit. They joined the recruit training together and had known each other for the longest time.
At this moment, Shen Shiyi seemed not to hear anyone's voice, lost in her own sorrow, staring blankly into the distance.
The male soldiers were also completely bewildered. What had happened to Colonel Shen? She was very particular about cleanliness, to the point of being a severe germaphobe. Her disheveled and vulnerable appearance was truly pitiful and an eye-opener for them; they couldn't believe what they were seeing.
The female soldiers knelt around her, asking with concern, "Shiyi, what's wrong?"
"Yeah, say something!" She seemed so unfamiliar. "What's wrong with you?"
A sharp-eyed female soldier picked up a photo hanging under Shen Shiyi's shirt, near her thigh. It showed a baby, a chubby, delicate child with big, bright eyes staring intently at something.
The male soldiers snatched the photo from their hands and looked at it. At first glance, it looked a bit like Colonel Shen Shiyi. Could it be? Qin Ziming saw her again, just like the sad scene from five years ago. His heart suddenly ached. He stepped forward and slowly squatted down with his strong and upright body. The female soldiers miraculously stepped aside.
Qin Ziming gently embraced her slightly trembling body. Why was she so cold? How long had she been sitting? He buried her petite head in his strong chest, letting her feel his heartbeat and warmth.
He pressed his chin against her cool forehead and the top of her head, his voice as gentle as water as he murmured, "If you want to cry, just cry." He added in his mind, "I've been here all along," while his strong, firm hand stroked her back.
The other comrades were all stunned. What was going on with them?
At this moment, Shen Shiyi said painfully, "My child didn't die young, he was murdered." Her voice trembled as she uttered this secret buried for five years.
What? Murder? Child? Many people knew about what happened in the cafeteria, and knew she had a son who died young. But no one expected that five years later, she would be told that her child had been murdered.
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