"Wouldn't it be nice if we stayed at the school together, teaching and nurturing students, watching the sunrise and sunset, and living a peaceful and stable life?"
Stable?
At that point, he was no longer able to listen to such sentintal talk.
His mind was filled with the earnest teachings of his teacher Deng Qihe, the images of soldiers fighting bloody battles on the border, and the heavy mission called "Marshal".
He looked at the girl in front of him, her face streaked with tears, the girl he had once loved to the core.
In the end, he simply uttered a few words indifferently.
"I agree."
...
Gradually, he grew into the supre marshal of the Great Xia Dynasty.
Lin Zhu beca the honorary vice principal of the Imperial Capital University.
They also beca the only two SS-level professionals in the Great Xia Dynasty.
He has been busy ensuring the stability of Daxia and has not gotten married.
Lin Zhu has never married.
Zhao Qingcang knew in his heart that the other person had always had feelings for him.
I've been waiting for him.
Even at his advanced age, Lin Zhu's gaze always held a hint of resentnt.
Before he knew it, Zhao Qingcang had arrived at Lin Zhu's villa.
The iron gate to the courtyard was ajar, and several patches of paint had peeled off due to wind and sun exposure.
He pushed open the door, and a bleak autumn chill rushed out.
The flowers in the yard gradually began to wither, and the surrounding green leaves also began to turn yellow.
No matter how carefully you care for it, once the flowering season is over, it will eventually wither.
Looking at this scene of decay, Zhao Qingcang understood.
This is because Lin Zhu is not here.
The courtyard with its groves and bamboo is full of springti charm all year round.
He walked to the corner of the wall, where there was a sowhat rusty tin kettle.
When I picked up the kettle, it felt cold and heavy.
He walked to the tap, turned on the valve, and cool tap water gushed out, filling the kettle.
I walked step by step to the withered flowerbed and began to water it gently.
Water droplets slid down the spout of the kettle, dripping onto the withered branches and leaves, spreading a small, dark, damp stain, but bringing no sign of life.
He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.
"Bamboo girl, this may be the last ti I co to see you."
"Or, you can wait for over there."
"I'll be right there to be with you."
He crouched down, stretched out his calloused hand, and gently stroked a withered rose.
The petals were withered and curled up, crumbling into powder at the slightest touch.
His gaze, however, was unusually indulgent, as if he were looking directly into Lin Zhu's eyes.
"Actually, I had planned to do this before."
"I will step down from my position as marshal after you return from the Castrandis Islands."
"And then, I didn't go anywhere else."
"I want to spend my last monts with you."
The scene ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) seed to appear before his eyes.
In the afternoon sun, they sat in rocking chairs in the courtyard. He read to her those dry history books that she liked, and she rested her head on his shoulder, sleeping peacefully.
pity.
"Unfortunately, God didn't give this opportunity."
The water in the kettle gradually dwindled to almost nothing.
"I, Zhao Qingcang, am sorry."
"If there is a next life, I promise I won't care about anything else."
"I won't be so damn marshal, and I don't care about the safety of the Great Xia."
"I'm fine, I'm with you every mont."
“Let’s go back to the university in the capital. You can be your teacher, and I’ll be your teaching assistant.”
"Wherever you want to go, I'll go with you."
"If you want to see the sunrise, we'll go to the coast of the East China Sea."
"If you want to see snowfall, we'll go to the snowy mountains of the North."
"I will never leave you alone again."
He kept talking, as if he were planning an incredibly wonderful future.
But this future can only be entrusted to the vague and uncertain afterlife.
"So, Lin girl..."
"You have to wait for ."
After he finished speaking, he stood up and looked around the villa.
There was no longer any lingering affection in his eyes.
He turned and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.
In the instant he turned around, his hunched figure seed to straighten up again.
The tenderness and regret in his eyes were completely concealed, replaced by the iron will and determination of the Great Xia Marshal.
The wind blew, swirling up the fallen leaves on the ground.
The iron gate slowly closed behind him with a dull thud.
That departing figure was upright and resolute.
...
Zhao Qingcang returned to his office.
There are already people waiting here.
It was Gandalf, controlled by Zhou Huai.
Upon seeing Zhao Qingcang, Zhou Huai imdiately made Gandalf stand up and bow deeply.
"Marshal, thank you."
If Zhao Qingcang hadn't mobilized the entire nation to launch a full-scale war against the Sakura Kingdom at this critical mont...
He relieved Zhou Huai of most of the pressure.
Zhou Huai has absolutely no chance of snatching the pendulum of life back.
Among these, Marshal Zhao bears an unprecedented amount of pressure, as he will be carrying the future of the entire Great Xia Kingdom on his shoulders.
But the old marshal still did it resolutely.
Zhao Qingcang waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to do that.
He walked to his seat and sat down, his voice slightly hoarse.
"I did this not for you."
"It's for the sake of Great Xia."
He raised his eyes and looked directly at Gandalf.
"The military forces of all major war zones have been assembled at the border."
Are you ready on your end?
Zhou Huai, controlling Gandalf, nodded.
"I've co here today to say goodbye to you, Marshal."
"My n are ready. Minister Wei Liao will secretly send them to the Cherry Blossom Country tonight."
Zhao Qingcang nodded slightly, his expression solemn.
Be careful in everything.
"You are the most crucial person in this battle against the Sakura Kingdom."
Zhou Huai responded with utmost seriousness.
"I will do my best."
After saying that, he seed to rember sothing and changed the subject.
"By the way, Marshal."
“I have a clone that can stay by your side and lend you a hand.”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingcang frowned almost imperceptibly.
A clone?
Before he could even ask a question.
The office door was gently pushed open.
A stunningly beautiful figure walked in.
She has long, blue hair as serene as the deep sea, tied into playful pigtails.
Her features were so exquisite that they seed otherworldly.
She was dressed in simple clothes, yet her stunning beauty was undeniable.
Zhao Qingcang's gaze was instantly drawn to it.
Zhou Huai's voice rang out at the opportune mont, introducing...
"Her na is Sona, an SS-rank professional, the Thousand Illusion Musician."
"She's a support class, not suitable for to carry out secret infiltration."
"But if they stay on the front lines, they will have a surprising effect."
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