In her past life, ever since leaving the orphanage, Chen Rou had lived in the military.
She had faced life and death, braved hails of bullets, but no battle felt quite like today. She had merely been a bystander when it ended, yet this was the only battle her father had ever taken part in.
There were traces of blood on Chen Ke's pink shirt, and he was filled with the lingering scent of gunpowder—a smell Chen Rou loved best. So, she supposed, this must be what a father smelled like.
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