She pursed her lips and asked me, "Did you hurt yourself because you found out about this?"

I didn't say anything.

Luo Yinong reached out and touched the corner of my eye.

I turned my face away.

She simply hugged me.

I could hear her breath quickening, and then she said, "I was planning to tell you later."

That's an admission.

An anti-drug police officer, that's an anti-drug police officer.

It's a defense line, a monument, a living Great Wall built with flesh and blood.

It's also... a profession that walks between blood and fire, brushing shoulders with the Grim Reaper at any time.

I held onto her waist tightly, feeling my chest becoming too tight.

She asked me softly, "Yizhou, do you have something to say to me?"

I couldn't speak.

I suddenly remembered her parents buried in the Martyrs Cemetery.

There were no names of their children on the tombstone, does it imply a certain kind of protection?

I also remembered that not long after we met, she said that unless something unexpected happened, she would never fall in love or get married and have children.

And Uncle Yuan's words, saying that Luo Yinong never intended to have deep connections with people, but I was an exception.

All those forgotten details gradually connected.

I think I probably know her long-cherished wish.

She's not an ordinary police officer, she's a special kind of police officer who needs to give up all social relationships.

So, from a long time ago, she isolated herself from intimate relationships and set an almost martyr-like ambition.

I am the "accident" who forcefully intruded.

I have no right or position to ask her to give up such a choice.

Long ago, we agreed to seize the day.

Just seize the day.

I breathed rapidly, trying hard not to let the sourness in my chest reach my eyes.

This way, I can pretend that I'm not so sad.

Luo Yinong slightly pulled me away, looking up at me.

I turned my head, trying to avoid her gaze.

I must have failed to manage my expression properly, not wanting her to see.

But she stood on tiptoe and gently kissed my eyes.

I heard her say, "I'm sorry."

That voice, it also sounded like pain.