Meanwhile, Di Mingchen's mood was far from calm on his way back.
He took out a cigarette and lit it. The swirling smoke clouded his eyes, and he found himself a bit confused.
He thought Nangong Ran had figured things out and wanted to draw a clear line with him, which was why she personally came to the camp to return his belongings.
Moreover, she threw it on the ground, like discarding worthless, disdainful trash. Honestly, it made him feel very hurt and sad.
The medal might not mean much to her, but to him, it was immensely important.
It was his glory, a testimony and reward for his blood and tears on the battlefield, yet she fiercely threw it on the ground.
He didn't blame her, he just felt sad.
Amidst the sadness, he was happy, and after the happiness, he felt utterly lost.
The sadness was because she threw away the medal like garbage, the happiness because she made the final decision, and the loss because her decision was to draw a line with him.
But...
