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from. Xiaolu’s heart twisted as a university student at the stall read out the news. Would Yuanhuan be part of the
remaining soldiers? A tall, erect figure gradually walked close to her as she speculated.
“Morning miss, my name is Wu Qihan. I serve in the 304 force.” Qihan briefly introduced himself. Xiaolu first
looked confused, then realized that this man was Yuanhuan’s colleague.
“Morning Mr. Wu. Are you Mr. Lu’s friend? How is he? Is he back in Shanghai yet?” Xiaolu asked
apprehensively, being afraid of a baneful news.
Qihan did not immediately respond, instead he sat down and held his silence for a while. After a long, reluctant
sigh, he provided Xiaolu with an answer that she had never expected.
“Lu Yuanhuan has been executed due to treason. He’s just a dead renegade now; you needn’t address him in a
respectful manner. Anyway, I’m here because he begged me to pass this wristwatch to you. He said it suits you
perfectly. And he said, he doesn’t worth your remembrance. ” Qihan left, took the newspaper on the table
silently with him without being noticed by Xiaolu.
A heartrending squeal broke out behind Qihan, emitted by Xiaolu. While the people at The Bund kept
embarking and hawkers at the longtang continued to sell their goods, Xiaolu would never see that one tiny line
on the newspaper, which was neglected by the university student just now.
“ Lu Yuanhuan, a brave young sergeant who sacrificed his life to win more time for his fellows .”