Reborn Twice in the Seventies: This Time, I’ll Make Sure to Speak Up

[Dual Rebirth] [No Pocket Dimension, No Golden Finger] [A reckless, blunt military medic x an equally reckless, blunt officer]

[In her past life, she never spoke her mind. In this life, she has plenty to say.]

With heavy snow sealing off the mountains, an officer in uniform trudged through the drifts and climbed to the Martyrs' Cemetery halfway up the mountainside.

He took a framed photograph from his shoulder bag and placed it before a tombstone. It was a black-and-white picture of a woman in a Type 65 uniform, her hair in two braids that just reached her shoulders.

She stared sternly at the man outside the frame.

But the man smiled. "Xiaoqing, before you went to the front, you said that if you came back, we should have a proper talk. There are things I've never managed to say to you, either."

"I wish we'd taken another picture together. We both look so grim in this one. When you died, I didn't even have a photo of you smiling."

His voice choked as he spoke. "I've never hated you. I just... I just... didn't know how to get along with you..."

"Xiaoqing, I regret it. Why did I have to be so stubborn and refuse to build a life with you?"

The man rested his head gently against the tombstone. "This time, I'm heading south on a mission, too. If I don't come back, I'll be able to find you and build a life with you. If I do come back, I'll leave the army and become a caretaker here, so I can visit you every day. How does that sound?"

The woman in the photograph glared at him. He could almost hear her voice: "What are you babbling about? Have some backbone!"

As the man cried, he began to smile. The wind and snow dried his tears.

After a long while, he put on his military cap and disappeared into the vast snowstorm...