Sneering at Ji Han, "You will get married sooner or later."
Ji Han shook his head, "You're wrong. At that time, I never thought about getting married."
Speaking, he sighed, the graceful man stood by the car, his clear eyes looking toward the window of the small villa glowing in the courtyard, "The unit I'm in is, is the Special Forces, completing the most dangerous missions. Every time we go on a mission, we write a farewell letter. Each time, we don't know if we'll come back."
Withdrawing his gaze, he looked at Bi Xia, "I can't even guarantee my own future, so how can I guarantee half of my future happiness to someone else."
