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Bo Jiu stilled when she felt the symbol. She glanced up, looking straight at his beautifully curved jaw line, the ends of his lips lifted. His face was noble and elegant, a casual air around him when he watched her. That should be the end.

Unexpectedly, Qin Mo opened his arms, giving Bo Jiu a hug. He added, "I hope you will become an outstanding soldier of the People's Liberation Army, protecting the people you want to."

It was a fleeting hug and wasn't much in the eyes of the others. They would credit it to Bo Jiu's exemplary performance.

Bo Jiu stood amidst the crowd, watching the person ahead of her. Her heart was filled up, her palms burning at the touch of the symbol that was pinned on her uniform.