novelhk Chapter 590 Reunion
Chapter 590 Reunion
In the alley behind the tavern, Nono leaned against the cold wall and slowly slid down to sit on the ground.
She buried her head in her arms, her shoulders heaving violently.
This time, it wasn't silent tears, but loud sobs.
Pain, confusion, and self-loathing—these negative emotions had been suppressed in Nono's heart for far too long.
Only today, after being rebuked by Feng Ye like thunder, did he finally let it all out.
She cried her heart out, as if trying to expel all the negative emotions in her heart along with her tears.
After an unknown amount of time, the heartbreaking crying gradually subsided, leaving only intermittent sobs.
Just then, light footsteps came from the alley entrance.
Nuonuo looked up alertly, her eyes brimming with tears. The moment she saw who it was, she instinctively stopped sobbing.
The man looked at me with a half-smile, his vivid crimson hair so dazzling in the afterglow of the setting sun.
While strolling by, Ulanlinqin heard the crying and curiously walked into the alley. She saw the young medic she had saved squatting under the wall, crying.
Her pitiful appearance, streaked with tears, was completely different from the numb expression I had seen her with before. Now, she seemed more like a living, breathing person.
"Oh, it's you, Chongfeng's little team doctor. What happened to you in just a few hours?"
Ulanlinqin raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of amusement flashing in her bright black eyes.
As she slowly approached, Nuonuo tried to stand up, but her legs went numb from squatting for so long, and she stumbled and fell back down.
She hurriedly raised her hand, hastily wiping away the tears on her face, and lowered her head in a disheveled manner, clearly not wanting the other person to see her in such a wretched state.
Ulanlinqin chuckled softly. She didn't continue to approach Nuonuo, but stopped a few steps away from her.
"Don't rush to wipe your tears, your face is all messed up."
Tilting her head, the longevity lock on her chest made a crisp sound with the movement of Ulanlinqin: "Besides, it's good to cry it out. It's better than keeping it inside. Your lifeless look before was much scarier than it is now."
Nuonuo's ears burned red with shame. Feeling utterly ashamed, she felt as if the other person's gaze could see right through her, seeing through all her vulnerability and inadequacy.
"I...I didn't..."
The voice was so faint it was barely audible even to oneself, let alone able to refute the other party.
"No?"
Ulanlinqin blinked, squatted down, and looked at Nuonuo at eye level: "If you didn't have anything on your mind, why would you be squatting here, crying your heart out by yourself?"
There was no mockery or pity in her eyes, only pure curiosity.
Under Ulanlinqin's gaze, Nuonuo's defenses involuntarily relaxed slightly. She bit her lip, remained silent for a moment, and finally squeezed out a few words from her throat: "It's just... a little uncomfortable."
"Uncomfortable?"
Ulanlinqin repeated the two words, her tone rising slightly at the end, a hint of understanding in her voice: "I see..."
She didn't ask for the reason, nor did she say anything to comfort her. She just squatted there quietly, looking intently at Nuonuo in front of her.
"How about we change the environment for a while? For example, how about we take a walk around this war courtyard together?"
Nono suddenly raised her head, her red and swollen eyes filled with astonishment. She clearly hadn't expected that this girl, whom she had only met twice, would make such a suggestion.
"I···"
"Just consider it keeping my 'savior' company a little while he relaxes, how about it? What do you think, you guy with the knife?"
Ulanlinqin stood up, clapped her hands, and turned to look at the alley entrance.
Nono followed Wulanlinqin's gaze and her heart skipped a beat. She realized that Fengye had been standing at the alley entrance for some time.
He didn't walk into the alley; he just stood there silently, and then, without making a sound, nodded slightly.
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Meanwhile, at the Federal 59th Army's base.
A gentle knock on the office door interrupted the young general's deep thoughts behind his desk.
He looked up from the mountain of documents on his desk, a hint of annoyance at being disturbed flashing in his deep brown eyes.
"Come in."
With permission granted, the office door was gently pushed open, and a plant warrior strode in.
He first saluted the general, then quickly approached him and said in a low voice, "Major General Levy, we have made progress on the matter you asked me to keep an eye on."
Upon hearing this, Canon's expression hardened. He subtly raised his eyes, fixing his gaze firmly on his subordinate's face: "Speak."
“A courtyard in the war zone recently recruited a group of wanderers, some of whom meet the criteria to become plant spirit warriors. In the personnel files that the courtyard submitted to us, we found the name that you asked us to keep an eye on.”
The subordinate took a deep breath and uttered the name that would make Canon tremble: "Simons Levy."
Canon stood up abruptly, his office chair scraping against the floor with a screeching sound, his trembling hands unable to conceal his excitement.
He took the file folder from his subordinate, tore open the seal, and took out a thin document.
His gaze swept eagerly across the paper, finally settling on a photograph that had clearly been taken recently.
The familiar face, the familiar eyes, although the features were more mature than before, still seemed immature to him.
"Simons Levy, male, 23 years old, species: Coconut Sniper Plant Spirit, possesses third-tier Plant Spirit power..."
Canon skipped over the information he already knew and continued looking down to take in the rest of the information.
"Recruitment Method: This individual is a wanderer recruited by the courtyard exploration team from the university area. He claims to be a former federal soldier with the rank of sergeant, skilled in sniping, and meets the requirements. Therefore, he is being recruited and will be arranged to re-enlist..."
The paper made a slight rustling sound in Canon's trembling hands, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if the slightest relaxation would cause everything before him to vanish like a bubble.
His breath hitched slightly, and his heart, hardened by countless battles and now cold as iron, pounded violently against his ribs, almost leaping out of his chest.
"Simmons... is still alive..."
My younger brother, who was supposed to have been killed in action a year ago during the punitive expedition with his reconnaissance squad, was declared a dead man and his body was never even returned home.
The younger brother, whom he had personally awarded a medal to and taught to hold and shoot a gun, reappeared in Canon's world in such an absurd yet real way.
Are you sure it's really you?
Canon's voice was so low it was almost inaudible, carrying a hint of uncertainty that even he himself was unaware of.
The subordinate straightened his back and answered with certainty, "I'm 100% sure. Although his appearance has changed slightly, the medical report shows that his gene sequence matches the record left by your brother perfectly. Based on this, we can confirm that the two are the same person."
Canon lowered his head, his fingertips gently tracing the young face in the photo, as if trying to touch the real warmth through the thin paper.
"It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive..."
The furrowed brows finally relaxed, and Canon murmured to himself. The frost in his eyes melted away, replaced by a long-lost warmth and relief.
"What is the number of that courtyard?"
"5905, General."
Upon hearing the familiar number, Canon's pupils suddenly contracted.
As one of the high-ranking officers of the 59th Army of the Federation, he was naturally aware of some of the "minor matters" that had recently been involved with Courtyard No. 5905.
Not long ago, the Supreme Commander, Lieutenant General Sartos, personally ordered that his most trusted adjutant, Roselle, along with several elite plant spirits, be sent to that courtyard to deliver a plant spirit entwined with water plants.
Earlier, the former Iron-Armed General joined this courtyard and returned to the combat sequence of the Federal 59th Army as a "plant elite dispatched to serve in the courtyard".
More than a month ago, a former Plant Spirit Hero "forcibly requisitioned" a teleporter from the 59th Army of the Federation to enter the war zone and subsequently became a member of Courtyard No. 5905.
Courtyard No. 5905... Perhaps I should find an opportunity to go there...
Canon took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil surging in his heart, and made a decision in secret.