"You used to put butter on bread. That was the ration for field officers, wasn't it?"
"Isn't it delicious?" Hai Yin took the half-bitten biscuit between Ethan Xiao's fingers, put it to her lips and bit it gently.
That crisp sound created countless cracks in Ethan Xiao's world.
In front of him, Hein was spreading butter on bread with a knife with his usual calm expression, as if he was carrying out a delicate task.
It kept repeating, and I couldn't block it out of my mind.
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