"Your brother was a soldier?" Zhou Chen asked.
"But he has passed away," An Ning didn't want to continue.
"Died in the line of duty?"
An Ning nodded.
"What was your brother's name?"
"An Xu."
A pained expression immediately appeared on Zhou Chen's face.
An Ning looked at him with curiosity and excitement. "Did you know my brother?"
"...I'm sorry, I didn't," Zhou Chen denied.
"Oh." An Ning felt somewhat disappointed.
"Are you very disappointed, because I didn't know your brother?" Zhou Chen asked.
An Ning nodded vigorously. "The unit my brother belonged to has been dispersed, and it's been very difficult to get in touch with his former comrades. I really want to know what exactly happened to my brother, how he died. I also want to know about every little detail of his time there, how he trained."
She was six years younger than her brother; if he were still alive, he would be 28 years old.
When her brother left home, she was too young.
Her brother had his own friends too.