It was already past midnight when the wound was bandaged and treated.
Yi Mu took a shower, returned to the bedside, and used a cotton swab dipped in warm water to moisten Zeng Guangzhao's dry lips.
In his sleep, Zeng Guangzhao's brows were deeply furrowed, probably because he was thinking about bloody things.
War is the cruelest thing.
Yi Mu later wondered if Zeng Guangzhao would listen to him and not fight the war if he told him the cruel truth.
The answer is 200% no.
Zeng Guangzhao already disliked him, and Gu Cheng promised him that he would marry Gu Lanjun to him after he returned from the battlefield.
Zeng Guangzhao would probably think he was crazy, and if he got angry, he might even have someone beat him up.
Thinking of this, Yi Mu bent down and stared at Zeng Guangzhao's face.
It looks good, but there are only so many good-looking ones.
If it weren't for the deep bond they'd formed over so many lifetimes, Yi Mu would never have shamelessly gone to him and tried to provoke him.
Yi Mu's liking is based on his past self from many previous worlds; Zeng Guangzhao alone is not likable enough.
Speaking of the past, perhaps because the mission mode has changed, he sometimes recalls fragments of events from the worlds he has traveled to before.
When he was with that other person, their sweet past, even though it was only half a year ago, felt like half a lifetime.
When you get used to being alone, you don't care about anything. But when another important person comes into your life, you start to miss them all the time.
Zeng Guangzhao dreamed that his partner, who had come out of the mountain stronghold with him and was a machine gunner by his side, had half of his face blown off by a grenade.
His screams were right next to my ears, continuing for a full minute.
Then, with half his face covered in rotten flesh, he carried a submachine gun, roared, and charged towards the enemy camp.
During the time he escaped, Zeng Guangzhao couldn't stop thinking about what happened in the trenches.
He felt like he was going crazy.
Never before has a war been so brutal, it was like a one-sided massacre.
A dull ache in his heart woke Zeng Guangzhao up, and when he opened his eyes, he was met with a beautiful face.
My dreams are filled with severed limbs and broken arms.
Upon first seeing Yi Mu's fair and clean face, Zeng Guangzhao felt for a moment as if he had arrived in the legendary paradise.
According to the strategist who had studied abroad for several years in the mountain village, everyone in heaven, regardless of age or gender, is uniformly beautiful.
They were dressed in white, and their smiles were compassionate.
Wearing white pajamas, Yi Mu raised his hand and waved it in front of Zeng Guangzhao, wondering if he had bumped his head and gone stupid.
"Zeng Guangzhao?"
Zeng Guangzhao blinked, realizing he was wrong.
"Where is this?" His voice was hoarse and almost inaudible.
Yi Mu withdrew his hand and sat on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed.
"You collapsed on the roadside, so I picked you up and took you home."
"This is the Yi family's residence," Zeng Guangzhao said, feeling a little relieved.
He didn't know why, but he just had a feeling that Yi Mu wouldn't do anything to him.
Yi Mu pulled out a small abacus inlaid with gold and jade from somewhere and fiddled with it haphazardly in front of Zeng Guangzhao.
After stopping, I looked up at him and smiled like a fox.
"It cost ten silver dollars to treat you, along with various Western medicines and ginseng soup made from traditional Chinese medicine."
"The soiled sheets and blankets, the clothes you took off, all together, it's about a hundred dollars. We'll settle the bill after your injury heals."
Zeng Guangzhao couldn't catch his breath and lay on the edge of the bed, coughing so hard he was half-dead.
It's all an illusion. To expect this person to be kind is simply wishful thinking.
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