I spent three years in jail for her. On the day I was released from prison, she trampled on my release certificate under her feet: "A prisoner in a labor camp is worthy of loving me?" I lowered my head and did not explain. She didn't know that I was in prison just for my mission. She didn't know that I protected her for three years, and she hated me for three years. Now my resignation report is a top-secret transfer order with the national emblem printed on it. When the formation of armed helicopters tore through the night sky and the loudspeaker sounded "All members of the Lone Wolf Commando have assembled" - she finally understood who the person she stepped into the mud was.
