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On the somewhat yellowed title page, there was a passage written in pen.
The whole text was written in blue ink, the handwriting not extravagant, but upright, strong, tidy and clean.
The title was, "To my unborn beloved son."
My son, it's not that your dad doesn't love you, nor that he doesn't love your mom.
It's just that those drug traffickers who roam around the border like wolves, are becoming increasingly unchecked. As a soldier of the People's Liberation Army, your dad must stand firm at his post, on the frontline, in this critical moment. To not let any vile drug traffickers, with a single gram of their goods, enter into our territories from my defense zones.