Sweet Wife in My Arms

Lu Yi loosened his grip. Lying on his palm were broken pieces. I think I understand now, he thought.

He took out his mobile phone and rang Ye Shuyun up.

"Mom, it's me."

"Lu Yi, my son, where are you? Why did you leave the hospital?" concerned about her son, Ye Shuyun asked. "Although you are feeling better, your wound has yet to heal completely. You refuse to stay in the hospital and run away heedlessly. Do you not want to live anymore?"

"Mom, I'm fine." Lu Yi took a seat. The broken pieces were still lying on his palm.

"Mom, answer me. Who was the person who donated the blood to me?"

His instinct told him that it was her. It was impossible for this to be a coincidence. Based on the doctor's hesitation to speak, Lei Qingyi's overdone concealment, together with Yi Ling's slight reluctance to meet him, he reckoned that she was the one.

Ye Shuyun was stunned. The words were stuck in her throat as she stammered, struggling to speak.

"Was it Yan Huan?" Lu Yi answered on her behalf, "She was the one who donated her blood to me. She shares the same blood type as mine and was around that day too. Am I right?"

Ye Shuyun felt a sudden lump in her throat.

"Mom, am I right?" Lu Yi repeated his question, "I hope that you won't lie to me. I'm a man. Yet, I failed to protect my own wife. She has saved me multiple times. Say, mother, do you still think that I am a man? In order to save me, she donated 1300cc of blood to me the last time and another 1000cc this time. Mom, she's thinner than 45kg. Tell me. How much blood does one have? How much blood does she have?"

Ye Shuyun felt ashamed after she listened to what Lu Yi had to say.

"Lu Yi, I did not hide it from you intentionally." The more she spoke, the guiltier she felt. "When you came out of the operation theater, we were all busy taking care of you. No one knew where she was..."

"Mom, you don't have to explain anymore. Now I understand," Lu Yi cut in as Ye Shuyun was speaking.

In fact, Yan Huan was a very insecure person. Although she was usually audaciously bold to do everything, which included jumping off a building and enrolling in the military, she was afraid of quietness and darkness.

After she donated her blood to him and saved his life, she was ditched by the others. To her, this was hurtful, unbearable and a betrayal.

"Lu Yi, you..."

Before Ye Shuyun had the chance to finish her words, Lu Yi had already hung up, unwilling to carry on with the conversation.

He loosened his grip before clenching his fist again and tightly grasped the broken pieces of the mobile phone.

Later, he covered his face and said nothing. The sky on the outside began to get darker. Before long, it started to rain. The weather turned bone-chilling cold.

Yan Huan stared at the rain on the outside with her blank mind, not knowing what to feel. She leaned forward, leaving her face close to the glass. She let out a breath from the corner of her mouth, fogging up the glass.

"It's good that it's raining. Then, I can skip the training."

"Haven't you decided to skip the training earlier on?" Huang Mengmeng ran toward Yan Huan and rested her chin on Yan Huan's shoulder. Initially, she did not have the audacity to do this as Yan Huan was extremely famous. After she released a few best-selling books, Yan Huan had been widely recognized as the national goddess. For a common and average person like Huang Mengmeng, Yan Huan was a living legend. However, as they spent more time together, Huang Mengmeng realized that Yan Huan was no different from any other person. She was merely more hardworking than everyone else.

Despite being the oldest, she was the most well-rounded and the best among the female soldiers.

"What do you think? Why did the trainer not allow you to join the training?" Huang Mengmeng gently pinched Yan Huan's cheek, "Was it because of your fair complexion?"

"Possibly," Yan Huan smiled. Yet, she could not hide the weariness in her eyes. The skin on her face was extremely fair, to the extent that it looked pale, causing people to worry that she might pass out the next second even though she was smiling at this moment.

Occasionally, Huang Mengmeng was afraid that Yan Huan would collapse before her. But fortunately, despite her ill look, she was not a weak one. At the very least, she was not a sickly beauty who would faint at any time.

"I'm going to sleep," Yan Huan turned and walked toward her bed. She lay down and tugged herself into the soft blanket. It was as though a huge rock was pressing against her chest, she had not been feeling well all this while.

Huang Mengmeng shook her head. Indeed, a goddess is different from a female warrior. She can laugh or cry as she likes. Hmm. She can even sleep whenever she wants. Huang Mengmeng made a list in her mind.

However, did this rule apply to everything? Could she really do anything she wanted?

A goddess was also a normal human being. She had to eat, drink and rest. There were times when she was hurt and had to deal with sorrow and agony. The only difference was that she was better than anyone else at enduring pain.

Yan Huan completely moved into the military base. She gave her uttermost during training as though she was willing to even give up her life for the training, greatly astonishing the coach. There was the Daredevil Third Brother during the ancient times; now, she could be deemed as the Daredevil Third Madam.

Nowadays, the people did not address Yan Huan by her name anymore. Instead, they called her as the Third Madam Yan.

The reason was that she was remarkably daring. She was equipped with some basic skills. Alongside that, she had been training for the past one year, practising to fight and capture. Hence, most of the female soldiers within the troop were no match for her. She appeared as though she was willing to sacrifice herself during each and every fight.

Today, almost everyone had forgotten about her true identity but remembered only her fiery existence at the military base.

Standing amidst the group, Yan Huan appeared exceptionally calm. In fact, she was not thinking about everything. Having to have lived twice, she was now beyond any emotion. For a very long time, she had not thought of anyone, neither missing or yearning for anyone.

Nonetheless, he would not die. He would live a good life. He would continue to live even if she lost her life.

She sulked, refusing to pick up his and everyone else's calls. She swore to stay in this military base and train herself into a demon.

A sneer was painted across her lips. It was faint, yet chilling.

As her hands rested on her back, she looked straight ahead with an unwavering gaze. The coach walked toward Yan Huan with a stick in her hand.

"Greetings."

"Good morning, coach!" the female soldiers said in unison. Although the entire troop was made up of women, their morale and charisma were as strong as the men. Not only that, their skills were as good too.

"Good." The coach studied all the female soldiers that she groomed. She was very pleased with their performance. All the members of her team were elite. Any of them would be rather outstanding even after they have left the group.

She stared at Yan Huan. Her gaze was fixed on Yan Huan for approximately two seconds before she eventually walked away.

"I'm going to introduce someone to you today. He will be our instructor and will guide you through the final classes. After this year, some of us will leave and work for their respective endeavours. You will possibly get a bigger stage and a better future. But, I hope that you will remember this no matter where you end up. You're a soldier. And what is a soldier's motto?"