He had once hidden the truth from her and gone to the battlefield alone. She had once resented him and crossed the ocean to a foreign land.
Amid the artillery fire in Melkia, Xu Qing finally caught hold of Lu Yan. “A-Yan, you owe me a wedding.”
He said, “When I come home, I’ll marry you in my uniform.”
Everyone thought it was a vow. Only fate knew it was a countdown.
On the sixth day, an explosion rang out. The blue helmet was stained with blood, and she stayed by his side as he was laid to rest.
At last, in the room that still held his scent, she put on a pure white wedding dress and gave him the wedding they had never gotten to have.
“Qingqing, don’t cry.”
“I’m not crying. I’ve come to see you and our child.”
