However, heaven seemed to favor Luo Chao. Even though many times he was on the brink of death, Luo Chao stubbornly survived time and again. It wasn't until he met his master Mo Yuntao that he transformed into a strong man, victorious in everything. But before that, he had already been left with post-traumatic stress disorder, becoming a killing machine that could destroy anyone.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Shen Birong held him tightly, feeling an almost unbearable, heart-wrenching pain, a pain so intense it was hard to breathe.
Is this the way fate toys with people? Shen Birong thought to herself. If she could go back to the past, she would use her body to stop a moving train, even die, rather than let Luo Chao join the army and be left with such inerasable painful memories.
Luo Chao touched her smooth, jade-like back and laughed, "Didn't I say already, it was a misunderstanding, I misunderstood you, you did nothing wrong."
