The back view of the young lieutenant colonel gradually turned into a black dot. The back view of the tall and big lieutenant colonel pushing Ye Jian away with a gentle gaze was forever engraved in the students' hearts.
Liu Yang stood at the front. He, who was talking and laughing, slowly retracted his gaze. The light in his eyes had turned dim.
"Young man, you're still young. Don't be too sad." Wei Jiaming raised his hand and placed it on his shoulder. The students beside him didn't notice Liu Yang's abnormality. "At least we could take a photo with her before we left. That's enough. We can't ask for too much. It'll be tiring."
Facing his good friend's comfort, Liu Yang laughed softly after a long time. "That's right. We can't ask for too much. If we ask too much, we'll be the one who gets tired in the end. Desire is hard to fill. The more you ask, the harder it gets."
