"Captain, we're almost there."
Zhou Yuhao's voice brought Shi Beiluo back to his senses.
Just now, in a daze, he had seemed to return to the days before the Giant Beast Calamity.
Back then, he spent at least half of every year training in Guixu. Of the remaining 180 days, he spent 150 on various missions.
All year round, he had less than a month to spend with his family.
Even so, Shi Beiluo cherished every moment he got to see them.
He had a lively and adorable son. Every time they met, the boy would scramble all over him like a little monkey.
He had a gentle and virtuous wife. Whenever he returned home, she would prepare a table full of his favorite dishes.
If he could, he truly wished this simple, happy life could continue forever.
Unfortunately.
Disaster was merciless.
He would never forget the moment he stood in the morgue, personally lifting the white cloth and seeing his loved ones' corpses.
That scene was like a knife, carving a wound into his heart that would never heal.
And every time he remembered it, the knife dug deeper—deeper still!
At that moment.
Shi Beiluo covered his chest with one hand.
Only by doing so could he withstand the pain in his heart.
Zhou Yuhao, who was driving, saw the expression on his captain's face in the rearview mirror. He knew the man had remembered the past again, so he could only remain silent.
Usually, Shi Beiluo was taciturn and rarely revealed his true feelings in front of others.
He also never mentioned his own affairs.
Thus, very few people knew that this man carried a wound in his heart.
Even his team members had only learned bits and pieces through various channels after following Shi Beiluo for several