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7

A scene from ten years ago, I can never forget.

Ever since my husband chose to enlist in the army, because of his outstanding performance, he was quickly selected for the combat unit, becoming a warrior who often carried out missions on the border.

Before every mission, he would hold us, me and our daughter, tenderly promising that he would definitely return.

During his six years in the army, he never broke his promise.

Until his last mission, he never returned again.

The day after my husband sacrificed his life, the commander, dressed in full military uniform, solemnly handed me his ashes and medals.

The commander's eyes were red, and tears stained the faces of the soldiers accompanying him.

In a blink, ten years have passed, and the commander has grown old.

Looking at me, covered in scars, and my daughter, who was still unconscious.

Two lines of hot tears slowly fell from the old commander's eyes.

"Shiqing..."