One month later.
After the troop rotation, An Zhiyuan and his comrades had descended from the high ground. They were reorganized and assigned to local posts, both he and Bai Xiao to places in Yun Province.
An Zhiyuan became a squadron leader in Yun Province, and Bai Xiao worked at a local hospital there.
A train carried them away.
The place they left behind, filled with their turbulent and bloody experiences, became a distant memory.
"What? An Zhiyuan isn't coming back?" An Cheng hadn't expected his son not to return.
An Cheng knew all about An Zhiyuan's outstanding achievements, and he felt happy for his son's excellence. A man like him should experience the baptism of gunfire to become a true warrior, and such a son greatly exceeded his expectations.
He had thought that An Zhiyuan's decision to stay was just a moment of impetuosity, a desire to show off his courage as a hero and a man.
