It was a group photo with his old comrades-in-arms. Everyone was wearing crisp military uniforms, their smiles bright, their eyes filled with determination and pride.
Liang Song gazed for a long time at the yellowing photo. The young, resolute faces of his comrades seemed to instantly pull him back to those passionate, burning years.
His gaze lingered on each familiar face as he recalled the days of rough-and-tumble training, the unspoken rapport of fighting side-by-side, and those life-and-death moments, all surging in his heart like a tide.
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