Jiang Shiyue lowered her head, covered her mouth with one hand, and sobbed softly.
She was scared.
The last time Chen Shanhe was injured in Nancheng, she was scared when she found out it had already happened.
But, although he was injured, he was safe, and Jiang Shiyue felt more heartbroken than scared.
This time it was an unknown worry, which was even more tormenting, but I was afraid that he was worried and didn't dare to show even a little bit.
The face of the sister-in-law whose husband sacrificed himself kept turning in my mind.
In the morning, she was sitting downstairs discussing with her other sisters-in-law what to cook for her husband and children in the evening.
She became a widow at night, and all that was returned to her was a piece of her clothes, not even her body.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but her lips lifted as she murmured, "I feel at ease this time!"
After washing the dishes while crying, Jiang Shiyue washed her face and then raised her head. There was a towel in front of her.
She was stunned.
Chen Shanhe gently wiped her face, his face full of pity and guilt, and sighed as he hugged Jiang Shiyue in his arms.
"sorry."
Jiang Shiyue smiled: "Why are you saying sorry for no reason? Have you packed? I'll take you downstairs."
The tone was the same as usual.
Chen Shanhe didn't move.
He wanted to ask Jiang Shiyue where she put his shirt, but he heard her suppressed, quiet crying at the kitchen door.
I could also hear the worry, fear, grievance and helplessness in the crying.
He knows everything but can do nothing.
Jiang Shiyue's throat felt a little blocked, and her eyes started to ache again. She tried hard to blink back the tears, and took Chen Shanhe's hand and walked out, "Let's go..."
Chen Shanhe pulled her back forcefully and lowered his head to kiss her.
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