Beijing... further study?"
Gu Yanshen's voice was extremely hoarse, like it had been sanded down.
His bloodshot eyes were filled with bewilderment.
"I can't do it."
He shook his head, like an abandoned big dog.
"I only know how to fight, to kill the enemy."
"Books... I haven't touched them for over a decade."
He pointed to his head.
"In here, there's nothing but tactics and maps, no room for anything else."
Lin Wan Yi looked at him this way, saying nothing.
She just calmly placed the child in her arms gently into his embrace.
The child's soft little body, carrying the scent of milk, pressed against his firm chest.
Gu Yanshen's body stiffened.
He instinctively held the child tighter, his movements clumsy and stiff.
Lin Wan Yi stood up and took the two lightweight papers from the table.
One was for Tsinghua, the other for Beijing University.
She slapped the papers in front of Gu Yanshen.
"Gu Yanshen, look at me."
