Seven years ago, she whispered to his calm face in the troubled times:
"Sir, please give me a ride."
He looked at it silently for a long time, and finally sighed in response.
Seven years later, they met again on a rainy day.
The ninth agency found out that the spy who had been lying in wait for a long time was said to be a tough guy who refused to say a word even after being beaten to pieces. The higher authorities had no choice but to send him there.
He was ordered to pry her mouth open.
The prison was dark and cold, and Ying Hao was dying. He saw someone coming just before he narrowly escaped death.
Their eyes met, Ying Hao tried his best to plead with him again: "Sir..."
Her voice was full of tremors, but it was filled with unwavering determination:
"Please... Give me one more ride."
He breathed heavily at Yinghao's words.
In order not to be discovered, Song Wei Zhengqiang held down his trembling hand and turned his head without responding to her words.
This journey is not about sending her away.
But give her a break.
He knew what she meant. She wanted to use her own life to protect the bottom line, but he was unwilling to do so.
In this troubled world, human life is like nothing, but seeing Ying Hao die, he couldn't do it.
In order to save her life, he ran around and even bent down to beg for help.
He tried everything he could and couldn't do, and just when he thought everything was back on track and he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he should be gone.
She still chose to die on a rainy day.
It is impossible to come back in this life.
There was a heavy rain in Jingnan that day. As people ran around in a hurry, they stepped into the rotten mud and splashed out turbid water.
The wind and rain were gloomy, and Song Weizheng looked back in the turmoil, feeling despair at this rotten society.
Ten years of war, ten years of national security.
Another ten years later, the Jiehua plan was revealed.
His hair had already turned white by then, but her smile was as bright as ever.
He stood in the crowd and looked at the cemetery from a distance, unable to hold back the tears in his eyes at just one glance.
In this life, it seems that they can only get married by the underworld.
Although he did not admit it, the heavy rain that fell in 1937 still brought him a lifetime of regret.
After being damp, the soul rots and rusts, the withered bones are buried in the soil, and it no longer resembles the human world.
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Love in the Republic of China｜Idealism×Those in Power｜BE
Purpose: Ideals last forever
