"Xiao He, I'm going to work again. I'm going to start soon. I'm really happy to see your recovery. I believe you can have normal activities soon!"

Zhang Nan, who had already taken camouflage medicine, was sitting on the edge of a sickbed with a human body. His thick hands gently held Xiaohe's slender snow-white catkin.

The not so handsome face was full of happy smile at this time, and the little lotus sitting on the pillow also gave him a white look.

"Well, I know you're busy. You're a man. You should be busy. But you should be careful when you're on a mission. Don't get hurt. The doctor told me that I'll be fully recovered in two months."

"Good recovery! I wish I had recovered! " Zhang Nan patted Xiaohe's snow-white hand, but there was no worry on her face.

He is also afraid of death, but only in Xiaohe's side, he can deeply bury this fear in his camouflaged smile, love a person, don't want her to be sad for anything.

"Zhang Nan! Let's go At the door of the ward, a member of the insect group knocked on the glass door, urging Zhang Nan to leave quickly.

"Come on, don't be here with me. Your companions are urging you!" Xiaohe's pretty face showed a smile, white catkin raised, dusted a few wisps of dust on Zhang Nan's hair.

"Look, you big man, you don't pay attention to your dirty hair. If you forget to wash your clothes, send them to me. I'm idle, too."

"Yes Zhang Nan answered with a smile, stood up from the wooden chair beside the sickbed, and stroked Xiaohe's cheek. "I left Xiaohe."

"Good! Go early and return early. "

Turning to leave Zhang Nan smiling, canthus can't help but shed a drop of crystal tears, maybe... I can't come back... My Xiaohe.

"Thanks a lot, brother. Let's go!" Zhang Nan patted the man on the shoulder and left with him with a smile.

In a dark hut, Bai Jue pushed his half frame glasses on the bridge of his nose, looking at Zhang Nan coming in from the door, his mouth rose a little.

"Zhang Nan, time is very urgent, so I don't leave you a long time to accompany Xiao He. You should also understand the nature of this task. Up to now, what do you want to say?"

Zhang Nan heard that the speech was silent for a few moments, and then nodded, "Lord Bai Jue, give me a pen and paper, I want to write a suicide note!"

"Yes!" Bai Jue agreed to Zhang Nan's request without hesitation. He raised his chin to his subordinates, and immediately a piece of paper, pen and wooden table appeared in front of him.

The black neutral pen swims fast on the letter paper. There are only a few lines of words that are concise and comprehensive, but the words are bloody. The letter paper with good quality is wet with crystal tears.

Sitting at the desk, Zhang Nan wrote letters, sometimes weeping, sometimes laughing wildly, or mixed with sadness and joy.

He went to this mission with the belief of self-determination. He didn't intend to come back alive at all. The last words he said to Xiao he were different from the past. He just said he was going to leave, but he didn't say he was going to come back.

The cover of the pen was closed, the letter paper was stuffed into the envelope, and Zhang Nan, who still had tears on her cheek, directly pulled off her disguised skin bag and said firmly: "Lord baijue, send me away."