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I had never imagined that Jiang Chen, who always seemed to be at odds with me, had been silently watching over me all along.
That day, after finishing my task, I dragged my exhausted body back to the dormitory, only to find a neatly completed report on my desk. I froze; this was clearly the one I had forgotten to do. As I opened the report, familiar handwriting came into view—it was Jiang Chen's.
A wave of complex emotions washed over me, leaving me unsure of how to face this unexpected help. Just as I hesitated about whether to seek him out, hurried footsteps echoed from outside the door.
"Tang Shi, are you there?" It was Jiang Chen's voice.
I quickly opened the door and saw him standing there, breathless and with beads of sweat on his forehead.
"What's wrong?" I asked, feeling inexplicably nervous.
Jiang Chen took a deep breath and said, "The instructor is looking for you; he said your report hasn't been submitted. I... I explained that I took it by mistake and that I'm currently fixing it."
I was taken aback; wasn't that the very report on my desk? Jiang Chen had actually taken the blame for me.
"Why... why did you do that?" I stammered.
Jiang Chen avoided my gaze and muttered, "It's nothing; I just did it on a whim. You should go find the instructor now; I'll head out first."
With that, he turned to leave. Suddenly, I noticed a fresh scar on his arm, and my heart tightened.
"Wait!" I grabbed his sleeve. "What happened to your hand?"
Jiang Chen recoiled as if startled, pulling his hand away quickly. "It's nothing; just a little accident."
I stubbornly pulled him into the dormitory. Under my insistence, Jiang Chen finally revealed the truth. It turned out that he had been punished by the instructor to do extra physical training for trying to explain things on my behalf, and he accidentally fell and scraped his arm.
Hearing this, my heart felt like it was being tightly squeezed by something. I had always thought that Jiang Chen harbored animosity towards me, but I never expected that he had been silently helping me all along.
"I'm sorry," I lowered my head, my voice slightly choked, "I’ve misunderstood you all this time."
Jiang Chen was taken aback for a moment, then broke into a warm smile. "It's okay; we're teammates after all."
From that day on, I began to reassess Jiang Chen. I realized that he had always cared about me, just expressing it in a clumsy way. During every training session, he would quietly stand behind me, ready to catch me; whenever I faced difficulties, he was always the first to lend a helping hand.
I started to take the initiative to care for Jiang Chen, preparing some snacks for him and helping him organize his gear. Each time I did this, Jiang Chen would look surprised and then show a shy smile.
Gradually, our relationship grew closer. We began to talk about everything and share our joys and sorrows. I discovered that Jiang Chen was actually a very interesting person with a unique sense of humor that could always make me laugh heartily.
Once, we were assigned to carry out a dangerous mission. In the dense forest, we were ambushed by the enemy. Bullets whizzed past, and my heart raced. At that moment, Jiang Chen suddenly lunged at me, shielding me with his body.
"Be careful!" he shouted as a bullet grazed his shoulder.
I was stunned, watching blood pour from his wound. Yet Jiang Chen gritted his teeth and said, "It's nothing; just a minor injury."
In that instant, I felt as if my heart had been violently struck. I realized that I could no longer imagine life without Jiang Chen.
After returning to the base, I stayed close by Jiang Chen's side, taking care of his injury. Seeing him furrow his brow in pain made my heart ache terribly.
"Why do you go to such lengths to protect me?" I asked softly.
Jiang Chen fell silent for a moment, then looked up and met my gaze. "Because you are important to me."
I felt a flush rise to my cheeks, my heart racing. The atmosphere between us suddenly became delicate, as if an unspoken emotion lingered in the air.
Jiang Chen seemed to want to say something but ultimately hesitated. I didn't know how to express my feelings either, so I clumsily helped him change his bandages, being careful not to touch his wounds.
Thus, our relationship continued to develop in this subtle atmosphere. I found myself increasingly reliant on Jiang Chen, growing fonder of him with each passing day. Every time I saw him, my heart would involuntarily race.
I knew that Jiang Chen's feelings for me were deepening as well. I could see the intense emotion in his eyes, but he always seemed hesitant, afraid to take that final step.
Sometimes, I desperately wanted to tell him that I liked him too. But every time the words were on the tip of my tongue, I held back. I was afraid of breaking this delicate balance and losing the precious intimacy we had built.
So we lingered on the edge of love, both yearning for the possibility of moving forward while fearing the loss of our current happiness.
In the stillness of the night, I often thought of Jiang Chen, who had shielded me from bullets, remembered his gentle smile and his quiet sacrifices. I knew that no matter what the future held, Jiang Chen had become an indispensable part of my life.
Perhaps one day we would muster the courage to cross that boundary. But for now, I just wanted to cherish this hard-won affection and every moment spent with Jiang Chen.
Because I understood how rare it was in this perilous world to find someone willing to take a bullet for you.
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