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Mo Ming and Ji Yue did not speak, simply gazing quietly at the night scenery.
The mountain breeze blew, causing Ji Yue's hair to become somewhat disheveled. She reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear.
"Mo Ming, can you tell me about your Military Career?" Ji Yue turned to look at Mo Ming, her eyes filled with longing.
"Sure." Mo Ming agreed without hesitation and began to speak: "I started my life as a soldier when I was very young. That period of hardship is something I will never forget. You can imagine how difficult it is for a child to undergo adult training."
"Did you really start serving at such a young age? Your father must have been quite harsh to let you begin training so early," Ji Yue said, somewhat surprised.
"It wasn't his harshness; it was my own determination. I wanted to take his place so he could spend more time with my mother. Unfortunately, I later realized that his position was not so easily replaceable."
Mo Ming took out a cigarette and lit it. The smoke was carried away by the wind, and the scattered sparks floated in the air before disappearing.
"So you started as a soldier and then joined the Special Forces?"
"Not yet. At that time, I was just beginning military-like training; I hadn't become a real soldier," Mo Ming shook his head and said. "Later, I participated in the 'Hell' program, an incredibly brutal initiative where only the strong survive. In that place, there are only two identities: the dead and the living."
"Is this a national program? Isn't it a bit too cruel?" Ji Yue felt a chill just listening to Mo Ming's words; she found it hard to imagine how a child could survive in such an environment.
"It is indeed somewhat cruel, but it was voluntary; no one forced you. As long as you were willing to step through the gates of hell, there was only one way out: fight to survive."
Mo Ming recalled, "I remember that almost every day someone was eliminated, and elimination meant death. At first, I lived in constant fear, but after I killed the first person who wanted my life, I changed. My emotions became calm; I became cold-blooded and ruthless."
"I can imagine how hard it must have been for you back then," Ji Yue said with concern.
"Most of the scars on my body are from that time; they are records of my daily life there and my medals of honor!" Mo Ming said. "In fact, I don't think it was cruel at all. The brutality there simply allowed us to bleed less in the future while fighting for our country's honor. I find myself somewhat nostalgic for those days."
"Do you have many scars on your body?" Ji Yue asked with a trembling voice.
"Yes, they're numerous and I can't even count them," Mo Ming nodded.
"Can I touch them?" Before Mo Ming could respond, Ji Yue had already moved very close, with less than twenty centimeters between them, her hand resting on Mo Ming's chest.
She felt a massive scar beneath his clothing, and her heart trembled. She seemed to sense the pain Mo Ming had endured at that moment.
"What caused this wound?" Ji Yue looked up, locking eyes with Mo Ming.
"A military knife," Mo Ming shifted his gaze away. He couldn't meet Ji Yue's eyes because he feared he might be swayed by her charm.
At that moment, Ji Yue was too captivating; her allure was blinding. Mo Ming couldn't be sure if he would fall into her gentle embrace.
"Did it hurt at the time?" Ji Yue asked softly.
"It hurt a lot. I was unconscious for four days, and after waking up, it took me half a month to recover," Mo Ming replied with a nod.
The wound left a deep impression on him; it was sustained while protecting someone important during a confrontation with the Mercenaries' Thunder King.
Thunder King had wounded Mo Ming with a knife, but he had pierced Thunder King's skull with a dagger in return.
Ji Yue felt tears welling up for Mo Ming's pain, but she held them back. She continued to explore the raised scars; each one she touched felt like a thorn stabbing into her heart, causing her great pain.
Perhaps it was because she truly cared for Mo Ming that she felt such sorrow for his suffering.
Mo Ming sensed that Ji Yue's emotions were about to spiral out of control, and instinctively took a step back. However, this only ignited Ji Yue's feelings further.
Ji Yue suddenly hugged Mo Ming tightly, resting her head on his shoulder.
This left Mo Ming somewhat at a loss; his hands hovered in the air, unsure of where to place them. He asked, "What's wrong?"
It was a question he already knew the answer to, but Mo Ming didn't know what else to say. He felt the softness and warmth against his chest, the fragrance, and the breath hitting his shoulder, and he sensed a change in his heart.
Mo Ming tried to break free from Ji Yue's embrace, but she held on tightly. Unless he struggled with all his might, he wouldn't be able to escape.
"What's wrong?" Mo Ming asked again.
"I don't know. I just want to hold you. Please don't say anything; let me hold you," Ji Yue said, shaking her head and speaking in a pleading tone.
Mo Ming remained silent; this silence indicated his inability to refuse Ji Yue's request. At that moment, his emotions were incredibly complex.
After a long while, Ji Yue finally released Mo Ming and lifted her head. There were two glistening tears in her eyes.
"Why are you crying?" Mo Ming asked, somewhat bewildered.
Ji Yue didn't respond but gazed deeply into Mo Ming's eyes. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his.
In that instant, Mo Ming was caught off guard; his mind went blank as he instinctively responded to Ji Yue's passionate kiss.
However, once he regained his composure, Mo Ming immediately pulled away.
"Don't do this!"
"I don't care. I don't want to care about anything. I've fallen in love with you, and your face keeps appearing in my dreams. I've realized that I love you!" Ji Yue's emotions completely spiraled out of control as she rushed at Mo Ming, roaring, then covering her head and shaking it wildly.
"It's impossible for us! I already have three women. I can't betray them, and I can't hurt you. You won't be happy with me. Maybe what you feel for me is just a fleeting moment, like a shooting star, and it should end after a night." Mo Ming said with a complex expression, "Forget it. I think you're very tired today. Let's go back."
"Why is it impossible? You can accept Jun Qianqian, you can accept Murong Lian, you can accept Lin Yuan'er. Why can't you accept me as well?" Ji Yue's dam of tears completely broke down, and tears flowed uncontrollably down her face; in an instant, she became a person drenched in sorrow.
"You are wonderful, truly wonderful, but I can't do anything that would hurt them. I also don't want to hurt you. Being with me won't give you the kind of happiness you want, that sense of security." Mo Ming shook his head.
Setting aside whether Murong Lian and the others could tolerate him having another woman, he couldn't get past this hurdle himself. He could play around with any woman and leave once the act was over, but he couldn't do that to Ji Yue!
"You're not me, so how do you know I won't find happiness? Do you know what happiness is? It's when a woman can love a man; that's happiness! It's the happiness I want!" Ji Yue clutched her chest and spoke from the heart.
Mo Ming remained silent.
"Do you think I'm not worthy of you?" Ji Yue asked.
"It's not that I think you're not worthy of me; it's that I'm not worthy of you. I'm a man with three women..."
"You don't need to emphasize how many women you like. I just hope you'll tell me that there's a place in your heart for me, even if it's just a tiny little spot!" Ji Yue's voice drowned out Mo Ming's words, leaving him unable to respond.
Mo Ming still didn't speak.
Now Ji Yue had trapped herself in a dead end. No matter what Mo Ming said, she seemed unwilling to give up. By lowering herself like this, she only yearned for the love she desired, but Mo Ming didn't know if he could give her that love.
"You might think I'm being casual, but I want to tell you that from childhood to now, you are the only man who has moved my heart, and you will be the last one. I don't care if you see me as despicable; I know that what I want, I must pursue bravely!"
Ji Yue's tone was heavy, each word striking at Mo Ming's heart. A woman can lower her stance for a man not because she has thick skin, but because she loves deeply, to the point of feeling that she cannot live without him.
"Don't overthink it; I don't see you as so unworthy. In my eyes, you've always been a strong and independent woman," Mo Ming shook his head and said, "This is too sudden. Can you give me some time, and also give yourself some time? Think it over carefully."
"Are you just making excuses to escape?" Ji Yue stared intently at Mo Ming, tears slipping from the corners of her mouth. She took a deep breath and said, "I know that if you leave today, you will never see me again because I am just a despicable woman..."
"Enough! Everyone can look down on you, but you must not look down on yourself. I've told you, I don't see you as unworthy. I hope you won't overthink this..." Mo Ming exclaimed with a sigh. "Alright, you're really tired now. Go back and rest. Take some time to calm down; maybe you'll change your mind."
"My heart is set; it won't change!" Ji Yue resolutely shook her head and said, "If you don't accept me, I think I will never settle for loving another man in my life."
Mo Ming was about to say something else when he heard the roar of an engine, an ominous feeling rising within him.
Soon, a black car sped towards them.
Mo Ming watched as a hand and head leaned out of the rolled-down window, holding a black silenced pistol!
"Danger!" Mo Ming's pupils dilated rapidly as he hurried to protect Ji Yue, but the bullet was too fast. In an instant, blood splattered from Ji Yue's body as she let out a muffled groan.
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