"No way!" Jiang Xingye flatly refused. For the first two years, they wouldn't have any money; why should he go? If he went, not only would he not be able to see Huanhuan, but he wouldn't even be able to provide for her.
Just to be a soldier, leaving Huanhuan with no white rice or white flour steamed buns to eat, forcing her to subsist on wild greens and coarse cornmeal buns—what was the point?
He refused to let his fiancée be wronged.
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