Zhou Mingzhu’s eyelashes fluttered slightly. "What do you need me to help with?"
Lu Haichuan’s Adam’s apple bobbed sharply. The corners of his mouth, usually curled in a cynical smirk, were now pulled taut.
"My father... was caught in an ambush the day before the ceasefire." His voice sounded like sandpaper scraping against a rough wall. "I just received the news from the front lines... so, I wanted to..."
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