Lin Yi quietly walked over.
He saw that under his long sword, there was also a black folding knife.
The scenes from when they first arrived at the Central Guards Brigade were still fresh in Lin Yi's mind.
They were all rookies, not knowing what weapon they were accustomed to using.
At that time, they were allowed to choose their weapon from the warehouse, and Zhou Liang picked the folding knife that resembled a dagger.
Lin Jiang picked up the folding knife and lightly caressed it with his fingers.
A wave of inexplicable heartache surged through him, difficult to calm for a long while.
Compared to Lin Yi, Xiao Bing seemed to have come to terms with things at this point and could even face the situation calmly.
It wasn't that their feelings for each other were shallow.
Because she knew that one day, perhaps even the next time she set foot on the island, she might encounter him.
But Xiao Bing understood Lin Yi's inner pain.
