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Kyoto Peaceful Health Hospital.

The four walked through the corridor.

With figures of Liu Di and Mo Yu accompanying him on this visit, Qin Guang felt immensely honored.

Yet among the four, the one walking at the very back—

was Qin Changhe, who had once faced countless bayonets on the battlefield without retreating.

Who had dared ram enemy planes head-on, unafraid of being shattered to pieces.

Because he was afraid.

His heart was tangled with countless emotions: the despair of never being able to return, the fear of this new world.

And a situation so unimaginable that he had no idea how to face it.

He had merely fallen unconscious. When he opened his eyes, his wife, who had been a radiant twenty-year-old, had become a frail old woman of ninety-three.

How could anyone accept that?

As Qin Changhe walked,

he fiercely pinched his thigh, hoping this was a dream, hoping he could wake up.

But alas.

The corridor ahead stretched ever deeper, like the film reels shown in his regiment. Once they started, they could not be stopped.

Click.

Qin Guang, at the front, opened the door to a hospital room.

He pushed it open and stood straight and rigid in the doorway.

The sound pulled Qin Changhe back from his wild thoughts.

In an instant, sweat beaded on his forehead.

Outsiders could never understand how he felt.

Qin Changhe took two steps back.

As far as he could remember, it was the only time in his life that he had ever retreated.

But Liu Di grabbed his arm, looked ahead, and said with his head raised, "If you don't go in today, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

Qin Changhe's body trembled slightly.

After a moment of hesitation,

he glanced at Liu Di and gave