Qiao Zui had to retire from his mission severely injured, lamenting that his dream journey had come to an abrupt end.
But at the same time, he felt fortunate.
At the very least, Qiao Zui had come back alive.
In peacetime, the odds of an ordinary person surviving are hundreds of times higher than those performing special missions.
Retiring due to serious injuries was Qiao Zui's misfortune.
However, for him and the grandfather, Qiao Zui coming back alive to marry and have children, and to live as an ordinary person, was their fortune.
He never wanted to see his father again, standing in front of the younger generation's memorial hall, trembling all over, his eyes wide open, biting his teeth until they bled, yet refusing to let a single tear fall.
That was more painful than gouging his own heart out.
"I will!" Qiao Zui looked up at the sky, desperately holding back the tears in his eyes, but they still fell to the ground as he nodded.