Apocalypse: My Sweetie Is Tough but Cute-Chapter 196 - 195 Some Warmth Is Met With Late Regret

Chapter 196 -195: Some Warmth Is Met With Late Regret (5)

Chapter 196 -195: Some Warmth Is Met With Late Regret (5)

On her way back to the tent from the regiment’s headquarters, Su Shu had zoned out for a long time.

When she finally snapped back to reality, she realized her hands were ice-cold, yet they were covered in cold sweat.

Tang Zelin!

Why couldn’t you share with me when something so monumental happened to you?

Recalling his solitary and lonely figure from a distance yesterday, she felt an unbearable tightness in her chest.

Is he foolish?

He wanted someone to talk to, and she was right there, listening. She was willing to lend an ear to anything related to him.

But why did that man, who had a faint smile and teased her occasionally last night, look like that?

His best friend had been sacrificed at the front, and his brother-in-arms had died in the line of duty. She couldn’t begin to imagine how heartbroken he must have felt.

His sorrow was always hidden, silent, borne alone.

Was it like this in his past life, and still the same in this one?

Su Shu clasped her head in her hands, feeling a profound sense of helplessness rising from the depths of her heart.

When she returned yesterday, she was secretly delighted under the covers about their proximity in this life, but in a blink, she felt she was still excluded from his heart.

He didn’t even want her to see his grief.

Su Shu couldn’t quite describe her feelings, a mixture of emotions?

Even a little bit of sharing would have been better. Now, he was gone, and there was nothing she could do for him. The feeling was simply awful!

Sister Xiaoxia had been observing her for quite a while and finally couldn’t bear it when she saw Su Shu grabbing her hair in frustration.

“What’s wrong with you? Since you came back, you look like a frostbitten eggplant.”

Su Shu released her hands, “I’m fine.”

“If you’re fine, why are you fighting with your own hair? It’s too much hair, don’t give it to me.”

Su Shu straightened up, her face still somewhat pale, making Sister Xiaoxia frown.

“Why do you look so ill? Are you uncomfortable? Did you catch a cold?”

“Sister Xiaoxia, I really am fine, maybe just a bit chilled these past few days.” Su Shu dodged the subject.

“Take your medicine quickly. Do you still have any? If not, I’ll ask Luo Gang to go to the medical point.”

“I do.”

To ease Sister Xiaoxia’s concern about her complexion, Su Shu pulled out a cold pill and swallowed it.

After taking the medicine, she turned over and slept.

In this kind of weather, in such an environment, she wanted to sleep, to sleep so that she wouldn’t have to think so much.

Tang Zelin, you must come back safely!

You must!

…

A week later, deep in a foreign jungle.

The members of the Wild Wolf Special Combat Team, lurking in the underbrush, were dispersed around the area, holding their positions at concealed spots, alert to their surroundings.

The team leader, BlackWolf Yao Ke, held a military binoculars for more than ten minutes, set them down, and carefully turned to ask someone next to him.

“Can your body take it? If you can’t hold on, just give a shout.”

Wrapped in camouflage, Tang Zelin lifted his wildly painted face, snorting lightly, “Quit the nonsense, or you’ll be the one crying for grandpa’s legs later.”

With the communicator pressed against his cheek, Black Wolf chuckled, “Hey, look at how tough you are, brothers, our Blood Wolf, ever since we replaced snow with blood, the temper is fiery!”

Through the earpieces, the low laughter of other team members could be heard.

Calming down, Tang Zelin lay flat on the ground, his sharp, black eyes squinted through the sniper scope, lips curling into a smile.

“What a thing to praise, praising Black Wolf’s stinky feet, task ends, a kick for each person.”

From the earpiece came the mournful wails:

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“I fear using words, you guys might end up in worse shape,” Tang Zelin casually hummed.

A series of beastly low howls ensued.