[Author's Weibo: Young Master's Ruffian State]
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In her previous life, the man vowed to leave with a single word that weighed heavily on her heart.
"A soldier can only die on the battlefield in this life. In addition, dying for any reason is a betrayal of the identity of a soldier. It is better to die on the battlefield than to die in a gentle country."
The woman cried so hard that she could only watch the man's tall back disappear from her sight. She has always understood him. It's not that he doesn't love her, it's just that he is loyal to his country.
When the bad news came, the woman was not surprised at all. Although her legs were too weak to stand when she heard the news, she still looked calm. The surviving soldiers outside the border told her that King Li held a handkerchief tightly in his hand when he died, and no one could take it out of his hand. She asked the man what the handkerchief looked like. The man replied, two pale pink butterflies were embroidered on the corners, and the character "" was engraved on the thin black thread.
The tears that had been held back in the woman's eyes finally dripped down uncontrollably like broken pearls, soaking her beautiful face. She knows everything.
In this life, Song Que's team leader forcefully requires him to deny anything related to his relationship. But this time, he would rather lose thousands than lose her.
"Madam, can you come home with me?"
Song Que's deep voice fell into the woman's heart neither lightly nor heavily, just like a medium-sized stone falling into a pool of water, causing ripples. Her slightly red cheeks were exposed to the air, and Song Que kissed her without thinking.
Soft and warm.