Lien sneaked back to the headquarters dormitory under the moonlight.
The way back was particularly smooth, with no patrolling soldiers encountered, and no one on Kessel's side noticed his return.
Back in the room, Lien took off his clothes. He wanted to throw them away, but thinking that he might need them later, he found a corner and stuffed them in.
Then he stood by the window, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a puff.
The situation in the country is unstable, but Solo is still advocating war in the ears of the Prime Minister. What is his purpose?
Now that the anti-war forces within the country are beginning to emerge, it is good news for me.
After all, I don't like war, but as a member of the Isildar family, I must obey even if I don't want to.
"Why must there be war? It must be like this. Why can't we live in peace? Do we have to fight to the death?"
In front of his eyes, that exquisite face flashed across his face, and his clear and bright eyes looked at him with a touch of sadness.
Li En stretched out his hand forward, wanting to touch that intoxicating face, but what he touched was only the cool air and the phantom of nothingness, as if telling him that there would be no future between him and Leng Ling.
of.
The thin lip line curled slightly, forming a sour arc that seemed to be nothing. Ling, as long as you are willing, I will fight for you until the last moment.
Ling hopes for peace, and he does not want to have to choose between his country's relatives and him in the end. However, his brother and father are sworn to be loyal to the country, and unless the Prime Minister agrees to a truce, they will never agree.
Just like when I met Richard tonight, the war has not yet started, and the position between the two has changed. Once I really meet him on the battlefield, what kind of tragic scene will it turn into?
"In this war, we will definitely meet on the battlefield. When the time comes, you must not be soft-hearted. Take the gun in your hand and fire at my heart until you kill me."
In his ears, a powerful voice sounded, causing Li En's whole body to tremble. The cigarette butt in his hand shook, and the gray powder disappeared into the night with the wind.
"Since you chose that man, don't blame me for being ruthless! As a member of the Isildar family, I will fight to the end for my country! Even if the opponent is my brother, I will not hesitate at all!"
Staring at the thick night fog, Lean looked gloomy and took a deep breath from the cigarette. The strong smell of tobacco mixed with the moist mist entered his throat and lungs, choking him and coughing violently.
Yes, Richard is right. As a Valencian soldier and a member of the Isildar family, he will definitely stand on the side of Prime Minister Karl. What about himself?
Although he shoulders the task of monitoring Ling to deliver information, he doesn't have to continue such a thing as long as he doesn't want to. But what can he do with his own strength?
It would be useless if he didn't let Ling know his true thoughts. But he couldn't tell him. If he knew that he had purposefully approached him and fallen in love with him, he would never forgive himself or even hesitate.
Kill yourself.
The cold, noble and beautiful face with a hint of melancholy flashed before his eyes again, and Lien did not think about it any further.
He put out the cigarette butt in his hand, closed the window, walked to the bed, undressed and lay down.
