He Had Done His Calculation

"Thank you," Yan Huan left the car, carrying her bag properly. She lifted her face, and then took a deep breath before she entered.

She must not be worried. Sure, she was not worried. What was that for her to worry about?

As a family member of Lu, how could he die so easily? 

In the army, familiar voices could be heard, and at this moment she felt that her heart was in deep silence. 

Lu Yi woke up the next morning, which was half a day earlier than what was expected by the doctor. 

His inner organs bled a little, but his limbs were fine. 

"What time is it?" He spoke, his voice was dense, sounding like a traveler in the desert who was thirsty, fatigue, and hoarse. 

"You are finally awake, my dear son. How are you feeling? Do any parts of your body feel uncomfortable or painful?" Ye Shuyun rushed over toward Lu Yi, and she felt the urge to cry once she saw him opened his eyes.