A breeze passed, and a red leaf fell, landing on a girl’s shoulder and sliding off. The girl didn’t notice, holding a thin piece of paper and standing on tiptoe, looking around.
The twilight sun shone on her pure face, clean and transparent, without any unnecessary concealment.
Ye Zhengchen couldn’t help but notice a pendant on the girl’s backpack with a barely visible Chinese character. To see it clearly, he stopped the car in front of her.
When he rolled down the window and saw Jin He, he understood why she didn’t wear makeup. Her natural beauty and pure smile made any embellishment superfluous. Learning she was lost and Chinese, he felt a sense of national responsibility and offered to drive her to the supermarket.
After brief pleasantries, she mentioned, “I’m at Fujii Research…” Hearing this made Ye Zhengchen’s heart sink. He looked again at the pendant, engraved with the word “Ice.”
He carefully examined her gaze, clear and transparent, indicating she was a simple-minded girl. If he could choose, he wouldn’t want to act against someone so pure. He noticed her face blush slightly, despite him not having made a move yet.
“Senior brother, please take care of me in the future,” she said, and the intimacy in her voice made him feel comfortable.
“May I ask your name?” he asked, hoping she wouldn’t say what he feared, but she did: “Hello, my name is Bao Bing.”
It was her, and he felt trapped, like the land he had sworn never to set foot on.
Because of the flames, from the moment he donned his military uniform, he had lost his freedom and carried an unshakable mission. Even in sleep, he couldn’t forget that he was a soldier, bound to obey military orders.
The car glided through the streets as he sighed internally, “I’m sorry, I hope I won’t hurt you too deeply… If I could choose, I wouldn’t want to hurt her, but I have no choice.”
In less than half an hour, Xiao Chen returned with a transfer certificate and a thick stack of papers.
