This time, Tan Jincheng did not deny it.
He said in a deep voice, "At that time, it was an urgent mission, she died, and I lived."
So it was indeed like this.
If it were anyone else, maybe they would feel touched, but the guilt for a comrade, over time, would gradually diminish or even be forgotten.
But this was Tan Jincheng.
He had his own principles in his heart, and he would remember everything he thought was worth remembering, never forgetting.
The feelings and emotions he hid would only become more intense over time, never disappearing, never diminishing...
This is Tan Jincheng.
Gu Yi'an breathed a sigh of relief, her smile growing sweeter on her face.
She chuckled softly.
"So, I really do trust you after all."
Gu Yi'an said softly, looking at Tan Jincheng with a sense of helplessness in her eyes, "Jincheng, I can no longer stop or sever my trust in you, what should I do now?"
Trust that could not be stopped, trust that could not be severed.
