A whirlwind marriage with a high-ranking official: Lights out, don't force me to take the initi

The atmosphere inside the command center tent was heavy.

Several key commanders and staff officers from both the red and blue sides have gathered here for the exercise.

Su Feng stood to the side, his expression unchanged, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

The commander-in-chief looked around and spoke in a deep voice, explaining Su Changqing's situation to everyone present.

"Depending on the progress and results of the investigation, Su Feng's command qualifications may be affected."

"To ensure uninterrupted command of the exercise, Chen Rui, Deputy Chief of Staff of the Red Army, is hereby designated as the backup deputy commander of the Red Army's special operations unit. He will replace Su Feng at any time in case of special circumstances."

There was a moment of silence inside the tent.

No one spoke, and no one looked at Su Feng.

But that quietness itself is what draws all eyes.

"Is everything clear?"

"Yes!" everyone responded in unison.

As soon as Su Feng stepped out of the tent, he strode forward, as if his steps carried an unstoppable force.

He walked in front of Lu Weidong, his fists clenched and his shoulders tense.

On the open snow-covered ground, heavy military boots trudged quickly and deeply into the soft snow.

Despite the biting wind, he broke out in a light sweat.

Su Feng's life was like a tug-of-war.

The other end of the rope led to the Su family's home.

On one end is himself, the one who works desperately to prove "I am different".

That family was accustomed to abusing power and greedy for fame and fortune, making the surname "Su" a defining characteristic of their lives. From the time he became an adult, he knew what he carried on his shoulders.

So he tried desperately to break free; he once thought he had won.

He defied his family's wishes and chose the most difficult path: joining the army, enlisting in the special forces, and doing the most dangerous things.

He used an almost resolute approach to prove that "I can be different."

He tried to persuade his parents to stop and not cross that line again, but all he got in return were strange looks and blame.

He stopped trying to persuade him later.

He just kept walking, going further and further, walking harder and harder. He thought that as long as he went far enough, he could leave that shadow behind.

But today he suddenly discovered that the rope was still there, still tied to him.

The investigation into Su Changqing was expected; it was the other shoe finally dropping.

But when that day finally came, he found himself implicated.

It's not because he's not good enough.

It's because his surname is Su.

Over the years, the achievements he earned with his life and the position he fought for with his blood have now been shrouded in shadow because of a surname.

He did not blame the organization.

He understands the rules of an organization.

He just suddenly felt a little tired.

That kind of exhaustion wasn't physical, but rather a void in his heart. He had come so far, yet he hadn't truly escaped it.

Lu Weidong looked at Su Feng's stubborn yet lonely back in front of him, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Su Feng," he suddenly called out.

Su Feng did not stop.

"Su Feng!" he raised his voice.

Su Feng paused, stopped, but did not turn around.

Lu Weidong stared at the stiff back and remained silent for two seconds.

"Don't let me down."

"Winning a boring exercise is meaningless."

Su Feng's shoulder twitched slightly.

He didn't turn around, nor did he say anything.

Just keep walking forward, your boots sinking into the snow, then being pulled out, walking further and further away, until finally melting into that vast expanse of white.

Lu Weidong stood there, watching him disappear into the wind and snow.

Under the same sky, two thousand kilometers to the south.

There was no snow in the sky there, only rain, a continuous, bone-chilling rain mixed with the smell of mud and gunpowder, pouring down from the sky.

Ding Jiahe was finally able to take a bath.

After washing away the blood and mud, she lay exhausted on her cot and took out her treasured set of photos, looking at them one by one, over and over again.

"Little Ding's looking at photos again?" Sister Li, who was in the same tent, joked.

"Mmm." She looked up and smiled at her.

"Can I take a look?" Sister Li leaned closer.

"Okay! Come on over," she called out.

Sister Li moved over and sat next to her cot, looking at the fashion photos with her.

"Oh my, is that you? Why are you a model?"

"The clothes were made by a family member of a soldier in our military region. She asked me to be her amateur model," Ding Jiahe explained with a smile.

"You even wore makeup, you look so beautiful." Sister Li said with envy as she flipped through the photos one by one.

When she flipped to that group photo, her fingers paused.

"Is this your boyfriend? He's really handsome."

Ding Jiahe lowered her head and smiled, a slight blush creeping onto her face: "Not yet... for now..."

But the smile on her face, the corners of her mouth, were clearly a sweet curve.

"That's him!" Sister Li said confidently. "What does he do?"

"He is an infantry company commander."

"Oh, that's great."

Sister Li continued talking to her, asking about the clothes and about Wang Hao.

The sweet smile on Ding Jiahe's lips lingered.

My thoughts were also drawn back to the day the model took the photoshoot, that ball, and that little tiger tooth.

It felt as if we were separated by more than two thousand kilometers of space and time.

Ding Jiahe was reunited with them.

The two chatted for a while longer, and then Sister Li said considerately, "Get some rest, Xiao Ding."

"It's not easy for us to have time to rest."

"Mm." Ding Jiahe nodded.

She lay on her cot and instinctively picked up the photo again.

As her fingers traced the familiar edges, she suddenly realized that her mindset had subtly changed when she looked at these group photos again.

In the past, when she looked at these photos, it was simply out of longing, resistance to the battlefield, and worry about the future.

The photograph served as an outlet, leading her back to a world filled with Ye Wenxi, Wang Hao, everyday life, and laughter.

But now, things are different.

Now, having experienced the baptism of war and the tempering of life and death, Ding Jiahe feels a sense of something she has never felt before when she sees these smiling faces again.

A sense of pride.

She suddenly remembered the seriously wounded soldiers she had pulled back from the brink of death.

They survived because she saved them.

These people will also have the opportunity to experience and enjoy this life in the future, to fall in love and start a family, to wear nice clothes, to worry about trivial matters, and to live the life that an ordinary person should have.

Instead of being forever separated from ordinary happiness in cold trenches.

Ding Jiahe clutched the photo tightly, and suddenly felt a surge of heat in her chest.

It turns out that she saved more than just lives; she saved love, laughter, and reunion that were not yet destined to happen.

Her hands can catch falling lives and also hold up the light of the future.

This was her first time.

I am genuinely proud of her profession as a military doctor.

Ding Jiahe held the photo in her hand and gradually fell asleep.

I had just fallen asleep when there was a rapid knocking on the tent door.

As if responding to a sudden stimulus, Ding Jiahe abruptly opened her eyes without the slightest hesitation.

"Ding Jiahe, the instructor orders you to immediately go and take command of the tents!"

"yes!"

She threw off the covers, got up, and dressed quickly and efficiently.

But she remained unusually calm, without panic, her eyes clear and firm.

Preparing to turn the next page of destiny.