Mo Jingsheng had barely closed the door when a flicker of unease crossed his otherwise stoic and resilient heart.
From childhood to now, his sister had never cried in such a gut-wrenching way.
Even at their parents' funeral years ago, after they had sacrificed themselves for the nation, she had clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles turned white, and bitten down hard enough to almost shatter her teeth, but not a single tear had fallen.
Yet now...
Mo Jingsheng sighed deeply, his footsteps heavy as he walked toward her. He bent down slightly, his large hand gently ruffling her hair, "Silly girl..."
The moment he returned to the base, he'd checked on Mo Shiyao, making sure she was unhurt and focused on training seriously in the arena. Only then did he hurry back to his office to meet with Qin Zepeng and the others.
He was her brother, but he was also a soldier of the nation, the leader of the base, and more...
