Compassion While Dealing with Death

After leaving the refugees with the navy and ambassador at the port, the several helicopters that had stayed behind had also safely evacuated and gathered up the rest of the team. The rescue operation was officially complete, but the team members who should have been happy were all immersed in silence. No one rejoiced in the aftermath as the refugees did, and no one was relieved that the task was accomplished. Behind them was a battlefield filled with the smoke of gunpowder. War and peace, life and death were separated by nothing more than a thin line.

Sitting in the helicopter, Yun Xi carefully bandaged Mu Feichi's wound. The whirring of the propellers was loud, and no one spoke. The atmosphere was quiet, yet hardly relaxing. Yun Xi was busy changing dressings for Mu Feichi's wound during the entire journey and had not even noticed that Xiao Jinglin had been staring at her, but Mu Feichi had seen it all. The more he watched, the more gloomy his face became.