Everyone in the village knew that the girl from the Li family had rescued a mute hero, and Li Shan was very proud of it.
"Little mute, look at the little grasshopper I made!" Li Shan showed the grasshopper weaved from straw strips.
"Little mute, you are not only a hero who protects my home and country, but you are also a child about the same age as me, so you don't have to be strong in everything."
"Little mute, why do they have to attack other people's homes?"
The seventeen-year-old boy didn't know how to answer, he just looked at the little girl with no light in his eyes.
Xiaoshan, I can't help you in this life.
When the enemy didn't appear on that hilltop as planned, I realized something.
It's just that I can't bear it, silly girl, what will you do if I die?
The young major general fell to that unfamiliar land unwillingly, his brows furrowed as if he couldn't let go of anything.
The soldiers cleaning up the battlefield looked at the young face of the dead major general and were puzzled by his behavior of holding on to his breast pocket even after he died.
The soldier struggled to open his stiff fingers and found a black-and-white photo from the tightly held pocket...
No one knows what the injured soldier said in the hospital bed that night while biting the sleeping girl's ear. The whisper blended into the dark night and was blown away by the gentle mountain wind. Even the moon had no time to hear it clearly.
Intention: Big love is better than little love