In the depths of Shen Ruoxi's heart, as a military commander, he ought to be fully aware of the heavy responsibility on his shoulders. How could he be so impulsive and put himself in danger personally?
Even if he insisted on going, he must protect his own life at all costs.
Clearly, he had already retreated, yet he ventured alone into the lion's den, nearly causing an irreparable disaster.
One must know, this was the crucial final stage of the war. If anything happened to him, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Jun Moling's eyes remained fixed, his lips pressed tightly into a straight line. When the box fell, his only thought was to retrieve it, considering nothing else.
But in the end, he still lost it.
"It won't happen again," Jun Moling promised.
"I just want to know, what exactly could make you disregard your own life?" Shen Ruoxi stared intently at the person in front of her, trying to find the answer in his expression.
