Lu Zhanguo coldly stared at Xu Yanhong sitting in front of him. He didn't speak, and had nothing to say.
The colour had drained from Xu Yanhong's face. She was no longer the radiant, jubilant person she was when they first met.
"Do you remember me?" Xu Yanhong cleared her throat and asked.
Lu Zhanguo raised his eyebrows, signaling he had no memory of her.
Xu Yanhong chuckled sarcastically, "I figured you wouldn't. Eight years ago, when your unit first arrived from Capital City to the Sino-Vietnamese border, there was a river beside the camp. I was washing clothes by the river when you told me to leave because there was a sniper on the other side. Scared, I dropped my clothes into the river, but you ran away without looking back. Soon after you left, a local woman who came to fetch water was shot dead by the enemy. It was your second-in-command who saved me…"