The mask was shot off, my husband, you are the king of spy wars

Not long after, Liu Changkong brought Han Congxue and others to the hospital gate.

There were two people accompanying Han Congxue this time, Han Shizhang and Bai Wan.

Han Congxue looked at everything in the hospital. The nurses coming and going and the soldiers standing guard around seemed to be protecting a senior leader. At least it was still a decent appearance.

Before entering the door, Bai Wan suddenly pulled Han Congxue aside and looked around vigilantly.

He spoke cautiously, "Sister Rose...you...do you think there is such a possibility?"

"In fact, the Communist Party has long regarded us as a thorn in their side. This time, they actually want to bring us here alone, and then..."

As he spoke, Bai Wan made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Han Congxue had to admire Bai Wan's vigilance. Of course, this was also a quality that a Military Intelligence Bureau agent should possess, although what he said now was indeed a bit far-fetched.

Han Congxue shook her head. "I don't think so..."

"If they really wanted to kill us, they wouldn't resort to such despicable means."

"At least the Communist Party still has a good reputation. If they really did that, they would lose face."

"It's just... it's really a bit strange..."

"Could it be... are we really overthinking this time..."

Then, Han Shizhang came over and said, "Daughter."

"What are you still doing?"

"What are you whispering about?"

"Hurry up."

"We should go in now and not keep them waiting too long."

He naturally saw his daughter's worry, and then smiled and said, "Daughter, I promise you that you will definitely not have any safety problems."

Han Congxue smiled bitterly, "Dad, you're joking. If we really settle the accounts, you won't be able to escape."

Han Shizhang: “…”

cough cough...

Han Shizhang cleared his throat, looking a little embarrassed, not knowing how to tell his daughter.

Ever since he entered the hospital, he has been looking unhappy and feeling extremely depressed.

I have seven days left to live, and today... is the fifth day.

He could hardly imagine what kind of condition Lin Xia's body was in now.

Unconsciously, a tear fell.

Han Congxue stepped forward puzzledly, "Dad, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying..."

Han Shizhang shook his head and quickly explained, "No...nothing, nothing."

"I just miss your mom."

"Okay, go in, Commander Liu is still waiting over there."

Han Congxue nodded, "Okay, let's go over there."

Inside the hospital compound, Liu Changkong was saluting straight towards the room where Lin Xia was.

After seeing Han Congxue coming, he said solemnly: "Here you are, then... let's go in."

"The old leader has been waiting in there for a long time."

Han Congxue was still a little confused and asked, "Commander, may I ask...how should I address the old leader?"

Liu Changkong said calmly, "No need to address me, old leader...I can't reveal my identity."

Han Congxue nodded as if she understood, and finally Bai Wan was left outside. According to regulations, no noise or disturbance was allowed in the ward, so only one person could be brought in.

Han Shizhang accompanied Han Congxue into the ward.

Knock, knock, knock. (Sound of knocking on the door)

"Please come in." Ma Tu, who was taking care of Lin Xia, said.

The lights in the room were turned off, and the huge ward seemed extremely dark. One could only see the moonlight outside through the window.

Han Congxue was also a little stunned after entering the room. It was almost impossible to see anything in the dark room.

I could only vaguely see the "old leader" opposite me sitting in a wheelchair.

cough cough...

From time to time, you can hear the old leader coughing, and even this cough sounds a little weak.

From what Han Congxue saw, the old leader sitting in the wheelchair was really in his twilight years. He seemed to be full of death. Although he could only vaguely see his outline, he couldn't make out his face at all.

This old leader in his twilight years was naturally Lin Xia. He was sitting in a wheelchair, looking drained of blood, with no trace of blood in his body.

Standing at the door, Han Congxue was hit on the face by a beam of moonlight. She looked like a fairy under the moonlight, and her silver dance dress was so beautiful.

Lin Xia was touched and a tear ran down her cheek.

He knew...if nothing unexpected happened, he would never have the chance to hug this fairy under the moonlight again in this life.

You are still as stunning as when we first met, but I have already...

Cough, cough cough...

Blood continued to flow out of her mouth, and Lin Xia wrapped it with a handkerchief again, trying her best to maintain her composure.

Han Congxue was puzzled and spoke cautiously in a low voice: "Old...Old leader? Why...don't you turn on the light?"

Ma Tu, who was standing next to Lin Xia, said, "Miss Han, our old leader is afraid of the light, so he doesn't turn on the lights."

"Our old leader is ill, so...it's a little difficult for him to speak."

"You don't have to say anything, just stand there and let our old leader look at you."

Han Congxue paused and nodded slightly.

She didn't expect that the old leader Liu Changkong mentioned had reached this point, unable to even speak or move in the most basic way.

Even became a dead in the light...

She tried to dilate her pupils to see the old leader in the wheelchair, but the vague outline seemed familiar to her...

Strange...why does it seem... familiar...

Could it be...I've seen him somewhere before?

Of course, Han Congxue was just thinking this in her heart. How could she have possibly met such a great leader?

Even Liu Changkong had to salute this big leader, while she was just a spy at the Military Control Commission station. The gap in their status was really too big.

Overthinking... Overthinking...

Han Congxue just stood there, and under the moonlight, Lin Xia in the wheelchair stared at her for more than ten minutes.

Lin Xia knew that his wife must be tired from standing, but... he really couldn't bear to let her go.

This should be...the last time we see each other.

It's probably impossible to meet again.

I really hope she can live to see the victory of the Anti-Japanese War... I want her to see China in the future, I want her to see the high-rise buildings and the people living in peace and contentment decades later.

When we first met, you danced gracefully and your skirt shook off the stars.

Vines grew every evening thereafter.

Climbing over the moss-covered hollow of your collarbone.

I count the rings of your breathing. Now I am old and dying.

Life is dissolving like an unfinished waltz

When you turn around, I hide in reincarnation.

The last breath is like a speck of dust on your skirt.

You finally came to my bedside with the kindness of a stranger.

My face is as blurred as mist, but you are still like a fairy in the moonlight.

The beauty pierces my silent heart.

In this Bourne mystery, I can't accompany you anymore.

Goodbye, wife.