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

A glimmer of hope instantly appeared on Wang Hao's face, filled with disbelief, and he reached out to grab the paper.

Lu Weidong withdrew his hand.

"Wang Hao!" he shouted.

Wang Hao's hand froze in mid-air.

Lu Weidong stared into his eyes and asked, word by word:

"Do you know what it means once you sign?"

"This is a conscription order, not a mission specifically to find Ding Jiahe."

His voice was low, but now it was even louder:

Do you know what I mean?

Wang Hao didn't speak, he just looked at him.

Lu Weidong knew he was listening, so he continued:

"They went to fight. They went to carry out missions, to carry guns, bleed, and face shells that could fall at any moment."

"Finding her was just a side glimmer of hope."

"You might be gone for months, and you won't even see a shadow of her. You might fall on the battlefield, and she'll never know you were ever here."

Do you understand?

The wind passed between the two, carrying the lingering chill of the snowfield.

Wang Hao stood there without saying a word.

Swish-!

He snatched the paper from Lu Weidong's hand.

He glanced at Lu Weidong and quickly signed his name on it.

Then, he actually laughed.

Wang Hao smiled happily, with a sense of relief and relaxation, and his mischievous little tiger tooth reappeared.

It was as if, after signing the document, he and the missing Ding Jiahe re-established their connection through that thin piece of paper.

But as Lu Weidong looked at his good brother in front of him and resolutely signed his name, a bitter feeling welled up in his heart.

"Brother Dong."

Wang Hao then called out the original way the two of them addressed each other.

"Finding Xiao Ding is a blessing from God."

"It is a soldier's honor to die on the battlefield if Xiao Ding cannot be found."

Wang Hao's smile faded.

stand at attention--!

salute--!

"Wang Hao, company commander of the 3rd Company, 2nd Independent Battalion, 39th Military Region, resolutely carried out the mission! He lived up to his responsibilities!"

Wang Hao's voice was strong and resonant, echoing across the vast snowfield.

Lu Weidong did not offer any further words of advice.

The Wang Hao before me is not only a lover who rushed to love, but also a soldier who is fearless and dedicated.

Any superfluous words would be an insult to Wang Hao's determination and sincerity.

Lu Weidong's military boots collided heavily.

"Tap!" Attention!

"Swish!" Salute!

"Go."

"Um!"

The two looked at each other one last time.

He then turned and left.

Each went their own way...

Lu Weidong got into Chen Yuanchuan's car and headed ahead to the military region.

By the time we arrived at the military region, it was already past 1 a.m.

The car first stopped in front of Chen Yuanchuan's house, and then dropped Lu Weidong off at the entrance of his building.

Lu Weidong got out of the car and turned to walk home. After a few steps, he subconsciously peeked into the courtyard through a crack.

All the lights in the house were off.

He paused, his heart clenching suddenly.

He didn't believe Ye Wenxi would be sleeping at this hour. Given her personality and her concern for Ding Jiahe, she would definitely be up all night.

But there wasn't a single ray of light in the house.

A bad feeling suddenly welled up inside me.

Lu Weidong rushed to the door, took out his keys, his hands trembling slightly.

He pushed open the door and, without even changing his shoes, went straight to the bedroom.

"Wenxi!"

No one answered.

In the bedroom, the bedding was made neatly without a single wrinkle, showing no signs of having been slept on.

He turned and rushed into the study, kitchen, and balcony, looking at each one in turn.

no one.

There was nobody there.

He strode back to the phone, his finger hovered over the dial pad, paused for a moment, and then quickly dialed Chen Yuanchuan's number.

"Hello, Commander. Is Wenxi at your house?"

What was said on the other end of the phone?

"Not here?"

Lu Weidong's heart sank, and his brows furrowed even more tightly.

"She's not home."

"Wei Dong, don't—"

Chen Yuanchuan was only halfway through his sentence when Lu Weidong hung up on him.

Lu Weidong quickly dialed the phone number for Ye Wenxi's warehouse site.

The phone rang for a long time.

No one answered.

Without further hesitation, he slammed the door and left to find Ye Wenxi.

-----------------

More than three hours ago...

"Feed? Moon Hee."

Zhang Yunxia's voice came through the phone, hoarse and unlike her own.

"We have to be strong. Xiao Ding might still be alive. Don't give up hope."

Ye Wenxi held the receiver, her expression blank.

She listened to those words as if they were from a very distant voice.

"Sister-in-law, I'm hanging up."

Her voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

Click.

The call was disconnected.

Zhang Yunxia stood there, phone in hand, stunned. She didn't have the energy left to comfort Ye Wenxi.

The two of them could only digest this sudden and devastating news on their own.

Ye Wenxi sat on the sofa, motionless.

Then, her breathing quickened involuntarily. She took several deep breaths, but still felt suffocated by the space.

It felt like something was pressing on my chest, heavy and suffocating, and I couldn't cry.

She wanted to go out for some fresh air.

Her body compelled her to put on her clothes, turn off the lights, and put on her shoes.

Then, they walked out step by step.

She didn't know where she was going.

She passed by some locations where she had taken model photos with Ding Jiahe.

She could almost see Ding Jiahe standing there, blushing, saying, "My face is so red, hurry up and take the picture, they're all laughing at me."

She passed by the clinic...

She was here when Ding Jiahe examined her, teasing her and saying, "I told you two to take care of yourselves and get some rest. You need to watch your voice..."

She passed by the sports stadium...

Suddenly, Ye Wenxi stopped.

She seemed to see Ding Jiahe, wearing that black dress, running past her, turning back and waving at her.

"Wenxi, come quick! He asked me to dance, hurry, teach me!"

She stood there and watched for a long time.

But it was empty; there was nothing there.

Only the wind.

Sudden--!

A dull, tearing pain exploded from my chest.

Ye Wenxi was struck by the intense pain, her knees buckled, and she knelt on the ground.

She clutched her chest, breathing heavily.

The pain felt as if it were tearing her in two.

"Ugh... Ah—!!"

She finally cried out, her hoarse voice piercing straight into the night:

"sorry!!!!"

"I'm sorry...it's my fault..." Ye Wenxi cried out.

Ye Wenxi knelt on the ground, screaming with all her might, venting the emotions that were about to explode in her chest.

It was her fault.

She knew there would be a war.

She knew it wasn't just a border mission; it could be life-threatening.

She knew she was already a supporting female character and might be killed off by the plot.

Why didn't she stop her?

She should hold on to her tightly and not let her go.

Ye Wenxi then sentenced himself.

The crime is: I could have.

At this moment, she hated herself to the core.

...

Lu Weidong, who was running all over the streets and courtyards searching for Ye Wenxi, suddenly heard a voice.

It was very light, as if it had been blown by the wind.

But he recognized the voice; it was Ye Wenxi.

He paused for a moment, then sprinted in that direction at top speed.

The boots kicked up a trail of snow as they stepped into the snow.

Then...

He saw the familiar figure kneeling on the ground in the distance.

He ran towards her faster.

But suddenly, he stopped.

It was just a dozen meters away.

Ye Wenxi pounded on himself like a madman, his two fists slamming into the ground again and again.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry!"

"It was my fault, I should have stopped you..."

"sorry..."

Ye Wenxi seemed to have lost her soul, repeating those three words over and over again.

This is not just a feeling of sadness.

This is self-blame, this is regret etched into one's bones.

Why is Ye Wenxi like this?

Lu Weidong's breathing suddenly quickened.

"Wenxi," he tried to call the name softly.

Ye Wenxi trembled and shrank back even more.

She felt ashamed to face anyone in this era.