She pursed her lips, held his hand, and looked at the tactical gloves on his hand, "Your glove is a little worn, but it doesn't matter, I bought you a new one."

"Um?"

She opened the box in her hand, which contained a pair of tactical gloves.

"Here, I give this to you."

Duan Zhuo was slightly stunned, picked up his gloves and smiled: "Why did you suddenly think of giving me something?"

She bent her lips, "I always wanted to give it to you, but I didn't know what to give it to you. Finally, I thought about giving it to you one that I could always bring with me. Last time I saw your gloves when I was training."

He looked at it and suddenly noticed two special embroidery on top.

After a closer look, it turned out to be the abbreviation of their names.

"This is myself..."

She noticed his gaze and was embarrassed. The voice of explanation was as thin as a mosquito and flies. Duan Zhuo directly carried her between his legs, wrapped it in his arms, and a low and smiling voice fell behind her ears: "What is this?"

Zhimian's ears were red and she said shyly: "The letters on these two sides were thorned on me... You are on the left and I am on the right."

She thought.

As long as he raises his gun, he can see the z on the wrist of his right hand at first glance

This is the closest place to his vision.

In this way, he felt that she was with him when he was playing.

Duan Zhuo heard this and thought of what happened recently. He was silent for a while, and finally curled up the corner of his lips, "I like me to play ea?"

"I like it."

"Why, I think I'm very handsome when playing ea?"

She listened to his narcissistic words, patted his hand, and finally turned to look at him. The gentle voice rolled in the wind and gently fell into his ears: "I know you like ea, and what I like the most is seeing you standing on the podium, holding the trophy, dazzling."

"As long as it is what you like, I will accompany you and achieve it together."

That day, she pulled him out of the abyss of confusion and allowed him to continue on this path with determination.

In the past, only he knew what kind of dream he had.

However, Zhimian understood his desires.

Memories rolled up, Duan Zhuo stared at the word "z" on his gloves, rubbed it gently, and his eyes became slightly hot.

The sky is like water, and the dusk is vast.

As before.

Four years later, he stood on the podium, looked down on the enemy, dazzling, and possessed everything he had longed for.

However, he lost her.

She will no longer be with him.
Chapter completed!