With a loud crash, the contents of the drawer scattered everywhere.
Hearing the noise, Memoria Campbell was startled and looked down, only to see medals rolling all over the floor, along with many photographs.
These were all the medals Connor Lindsay had earned since joining the military, each one representing sweat and blood.
Of course, what he treasured the most wasn't these, but rather the photographs.
In the pictures were comrades and brothers who had once fought alongside him, who had been through life and death together, and who had sacrificed themselves during missions.
"I'm... I'm sorry."
Memoria hastily apologized.
She only wanted to withdraw her fingers, not expecting everything to spill out.
Assuming these medals must be very important to him, she hurriedly squatted down to pick up the medals and photographs on the ground.
Connor Lindsay's face immediately darkened.
"Get out!"
Memoria bit her lip and ran out from beside him.
