The atmosphere instantly grew awkward and heavy.
Qin Lan took a deep breath, forcing down the turmoil in her body and the thousand thoughts racing through her mind.
She shook her head and took the blame herself.
"It was my fault."
Her voice was still hoarse, but it had regained some of her captain's composure. "I made a poor decision. I shouldn't have pushed ahead without getting a clear grasp of the enemy's situation. If I hadn't, we wouldn't have been surrounded. When we were ambushed, I lost my arm while saving someone."
She said it casually, but when the freshman named Lin Hao heard the five words "lost her arm while saving someone," his body trembled violently. The self-blame and regret he had suppressed for so long finally burst forth like a flood from a broken dam.
"Senior Sister Qin, I'm sorry! It's all my fault!"
