What on earth had Father run into back then, to end up with such terrible injuries all over his body.
Disfigured, one eye half blind, one leg beaten crippled—now he limped badly, couldn't walk fast at all.
Whenever he went out, plenty of people would look at him with all kinds of eyes that made one uncomfortable.
But he kept asking, and Father still would never say.
Father was also full of learning; back in the day he must not have come from a bad background either, yet all these years he'd been hiding away in this remote little village, living out his days.
That night at dinner, Ding Haijing couldn't hold back and asked again.
"Dad, I remember you already told me, once I got discharged, you wanted me to help you with something. Can you tell me now? What is it?"
When he enlisted back then, Father had told him that if he could learn good skills in the Alliance, then when he retired, he hoped he could help him with a favor.
Father Ding hesitated a little.
"This matter..."
