"What do you mean by wasting? The items I've prepared are all practical. On the battlefield where bladed weapons are indiscriminate, if even your everyday items are sparse and shabby, how can you maintain a good condition to face the enemy, and how can you prevent yourself from getting hurt?"
"Bladed weapons are indiscriminate, it's impossible not to get hurt," Song Chengyi said earnestly.
He knew all too well that no one could emerge from the battlefield unscathed, not even the enshrined God of War, Chu Yihan, nor the current commander Su Hao. None of them was without numerous scars.
He was the same.
Su Han's heart sank abruptly, weighed down as if by a stone that kept pushing deeper and deeper, making even breathing seem laborious.
Seeing her pallor, Song Chengyi hurriedly walked over to her, "Are you tired? Let me take you home."
"I haven't finished packing..."
"Stop packing. Don't exhaust yourself; I can finish this myself."