It is my good fortune to stand alongside heroes.
Ten years ago, at Military Research Base No. 3 in the Southwest Military Region, a researcher named Piao Li stole data, murdered a colleague, and fled.
Zuo Yin, a member of the Ghost Squad special forces, is ordered to investigate the truth behind the case. As he delves into the investigation, he gradually uncovers the shameful secrets behind the incident from ten years ago, and vows to give his fallen comrades the truth they deserve.
But he never expected to meet that handsome young man, who no longer showed any trace of the sunny boy he once was.
As they grow closer, Zuo Yin realizes that the otherworldly handsome man is fragile inside, yet incredibly resilient; filled with hatred, yet still full of kindness.
As Zuo Yin painstakingly pieces together the clues, their relationship develops from meeting, to curiosity, to understanding, to knowing each other, and finally to staying together. Only then does he realize that the sunny boy is him, the gentle and handsome young man is him, and the person who has devoted everything to the national defense cause is him, too.
That beautiful soul, as delicate as dust, has captured his every thought.
In Xiao Chen's eyes, Zuo Yin is a man with a wolfish exterior and a heart as blazing as the morning sun. Bit by bit, he plants a protective forest in Xiao Chen's parched, desert-like heart, giving the drifting sands within him somewhere to settle, until spring finally blooms.
Theme: The meaning of life brings us together, though our paths may differ
Seeing that he didn't reply anymore, Zuo Yin smiled mischievously, "There's no problem now, right? Can I just continue?" Xiao Chen's whole body froze and he even moved to the side. Seeing his actions, Zuo Yin stopped teasing him and just turned his head to kiss him. From gentle and caring to violent, in the end, he almost pressed the other person and kissed him until he couldn't breathe. Xiao Chen was in a daze, and he couldn't remember how it happened. But his whole head was buried in the pillow, and the blood was a little bit from the back of his shoulders to the side of his neck. Confused, he turned his head and glanced, and saw the sweat dripping on Zuo Yin's masculine face. Under his lowered eyes, a pair of hands that had always held a gun burst out with strong strength. He is like a sailboat in the ocean, being washed, impacted, and overthrown by high waves over and over again.
Please see the deleted parts from Chapter 34 to Chapter 35 below.