There were some things that she knew in her heart. If she said it out loud, it would only add to her sorrow. Ye Jian knew that the squad leader, Yang Zhen, knew that they were about to be separated. If not, she wouldn't have opened her mouth the moment she walked out of the tent.
She knew. That was why she couldn't bear to part with her.
After this, they would part ways. The female soldiers would have to take care of one another.
Ye Jian, who was tidying up Yang Zhen's clothes, raised her hand one last time and patted Yang Zhen's shoulder lightly. She didn't use much strength, but it gave Yang Zhen the motivation to move forward.
"Instructor Ye…" Yang Zhen's lips trembled. Ye JIan retracted her hand and placed her index finger on her lips. She smiled and made a shushing gesture.
