Turning around again, Jiang Yan Hai carried her on his back as he walked back.
"Brother Hai, put me down. I can walk by myself." As Jiang Yan Hai headed back, Li Ruo Bai spoke softly by his ear in a gentle, tender voice.
The moment she called him Brother Hai, Jiang Yan Hai felt his whole body go a little numb.
"No need. I just want to carry you. Other people still have chances to carry their parents or something, but I don't. I only have you. And with the kind of work I do, I won't have many chances to carry you in this life, so I have to make the most of them."
Jiang Yan Hai said softly with a smile.
Hearing that, Li Ruo Bai did not struggle. She simply wrapped her arms around Jiang Yan Hai more tightly, then turned her head and kissed his cheek.
"You'll have me from now on. I'm your family, and so are my parents. Didn't you already call my dad Dad? We're all your family," Li Ruo Bai said quietly.
"Mm." Jiang Yan Hai smiled and nodded.
"And you'll never be alone forever. Think about it—don't people say comradeship surpasses everything? You've lived and died together. You have so many comrades in the military. To you, they're like family too," Li Ruo Bai added after thinking for a moment.
Jiang Yan Hai smiled. They were brothers, but sometimes, it was not quite the same.
They had families of their own. If he left the military and ran into trouble outside, there was a good chance he would not go trouble them.
Many retired veterans did not live well. Did they not have comrades, or even old commanders? They did. Some of their old commanders, old comrades, or even soldiers