"I... I'm going upstairs to change! My clothes got dirty during the evacuation..." Lin Qing said, coughing twice.
"Did they?" Chen Xuan could not see any dirt on her. The explosion had originated at the base of the tower, and the intervening floors had shielded her from the intense light.
"They did!" Lin Qing fled upstairs as if running away.
Back in her room, she still found it hard to calm down.
"Your heart rate does not match your condition. Recommend adjusting the throttle valve," Little Green reminded her.
"Shut up!" Lin Qing ordered viciously.
What had happened to her just now?
No... she knew what had happened. The point was that she should not have felt this way.
She was a warrior from the future. Returning a century into the past was humanity's last chance at salvation, bestowed by the god of fate. From the moment she was born, she had been destined to devote everything to that goal.
Just like her comrades who had never returned.
Compared to the Resistance Army leader who could help the resisters achieve that goal, she herself was insignificant.
So when Chen Xuan chose to save her before Honglian, she should have been angry.
When shouldering such an important mission, emotion could never overwhelm reason.
Yet Lin Qing had to admit that when she heard him say that, her first reaction had been happiness. In the dozen or so battles she had fought in the past, she and the other soldiers had only ever been weapons for accomplishing objectives. So long as the mission was completed, no superior cared how many sacrifices were made.
Even if they were the Resistance Army's elite.
There was a secret she had not told Chen Xuan.
She actually had no name. Lin Qing was an identity fabricated