บท 2077: Memory kills us

Jack did not answer mu Yuan's question even after they finished eating. After the meal, the two of them moved to the balcony. Mu Yuan was not in a hurry. Anyway, he had gained a little from this wave and did not lose anything.

Mu Yuan felt an itch in his heart. The poison had acted up today and he did not take any medicine. In fact, he was not feeling very well. Some of the residual poison acted up in his body, but it was not that uncomfortable. He could completely withstand the power of such residual poison. He had endured it once and had the confidence to do it again. In the future, as long as Jack was by his side, he would be able to quit smoking.

Even if the next time was more difficult than this, he was confident.

He had originally thought that it was dark, but now it was bright. As long as he gave a promise, his life would be worth it.

"I'm a soldier. I can't be discharged." Jack made his stand clear.