Xu Qingyang silently poured a glass of wine for Ye Tian opposite him, and then poured one for himself. This time, it was his turn to down it in one go.
"Manly, huh? I listen and I even think I'm pretty manly, heh, but I feel I can't just die like this, at least not now, after all… I've still got unfinished business on my shoulders. You don't know, when I first came back, I was in Huaizhou, not far from Tianhe City, just south of it, a city right next to it. Then…" Ye Tian looked up at the ceiling and pursed his lips, "To survive, I ran away, like, like a dog."
Since ancient times, heroes have faced numerous tribulations, leaving home young and returning as mature men.
Before the age of twenty-four, Ye Tian thought he was a hero, but after that, after returning from the battlefield in North Africa, he felt he wasn't a hero anymore, even more of a bear than Bear; in the past, he'd have strangled himself.
