When they arrived at the courtyard house and the celestial bridal chamber, they discovered it was a

Similarly, Hong Languo demanded that Zhou Zheng'an's remains be found as much as possible.

According to Wu Wanli, they arrived at the place where Zhou Zheng'an sacrificed his life.

It was a snowfield that had been blown beyond recognition, and the surrounding snow was stained red with blood.

The soldiers began digging carefully, gently turning over the soil and snow, afraid of accidentally damaging Zhou Zheng'an's body. After digging for a long time, they finally unearthed Zhou Zheng'an.

At this moment, Zhou Zheng'an's face was ashen white, devoid of any color, and it was unknown how long he had been dead.

His body lay there quietly, as if he were asleep.

Of course, there were no obvious injuries on the body, and the remains were very well preserved.

Hong Languo stepped forward and silently gazed at Zhou Zheng'an, his eyes filled with sorrow and reluctance.

He raised his hand and solemnly saluted Zhou Zheng'an again. Everyone present followed suit and saluted. For a moment, the scene was solemn and respectful, with only the howling of the cold wind, as if mourning for this hero.

Afterwards, as everyone was preparing to take Zhou Zheng'an's body away, Wu Qianli suddenly widened his eyes, his face filled with disbelief.

He noticed that Zhou Zheng'an seemed to have suddenly started breathing, a faint breath that was almost imperceptible. He wondered if he was seeing things, so he immediately reached out to touch Zhou Zheng'an's nose, and was surprised to find that Zhou Zheng'an really did seem to be breathing.

He immediately shouted, "He's not dead! Company Commander Zhou is not dead!"

The sound was like a thunderclap, echoing through the air.

Hong Languo was overjoyed. He quickly ran over, squatted down, and carefully examined Zhou Zheng'an's condition.

He gently touched Zhou Zheng'an's chest, feeling the faint but real heartbeat, and a surprised smile appeared on his face: "He's really alive! Little Zhou is really still alive!"

Everyone was overjoyed, their faces beaming with uncontainable happiness, as if they had suddenly seen light in the darkness.

After a long while, Zhou Zheng'an slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was somewhat dazed, as if he had just woken up from a long dream.

He looked at Wu Wanli, smiled, and said in a weak voice, "Young comrade, you look familiar. I think I know you."

Wu Wanli immediately panicked. His eyes widened, and he shouted, "Company Commander Zhou, don't you recognize me? I'm Wu Wanli, the Wu Wanli you saved!"

Zhou Zheng'an looked like he had a headache. He frowned, tried hard to remember, and then said helplessly, "I'm sorry, comrade, I really don't recognize you."

Upon hearing this, Wu Wanli couldn't help but burst into tears.

Tears streamed down his cheeks and dripped to the ground. Like many others, he guessed that Zhou Zheng'an's brain had been damaged by the explosion, or that he had truly lost his memory.

This situation is not uncommon.

Thinking of how such a powerful and invincible general had been blown up and lost his memory, Wu Wanli was filled with grief and helplessness, and couldn't help but want to cry. He choked out, "Company Commander Zhou, you must get better. You can't be hurt."

Hong Languo also stepped forward, looked at Wu Wanli, and comforted him, "Comrade Wu Wanli, don't be sad. It's good that Company Commander Zhou is alive; things will definitely get better in the future."

Then, he looked at Zhou Zheng'an and said firmly, "Comrade Zheng'an, please trust the organization, you will definitely get better."

Zhou Zheng'an looked at everyone. Although he didn't know what had happened, he could feel their concern and respect for him.

He nodded slightly, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

Of course, Zhou Zheng'an didn't actually lose his memory; he was just a little confused and couldn't even distinguish between dreams and reality.

He was being relentlessly bombed by American bombers, their sharp whistling sound seeming to tear the world apart; tank shells rained down like raindrops, each explosion creating a huge shockwave that violently knocked him over.

Then, the snow buried him like a surging tide, and the cold instantly enveloped his entire body, causing him to gradually lose consciousness.

In a daze, Zhou Zheng'an felt as if his consciousness had traveled through a time tunnel and returned to the world before he traveled back in time.

Returning to this familiar yet unfamiliar world, Zhou Zheng'an still appears exceptionally powerful, as if the war-torn battlefield has bestowed upon him a unique strength.

He actually sneaked into Liu Tianxian's house at night to cause her trouble.

Liu Tianxian was home alone. She had just finished a long day of work, and after washing up, she was about to go to bed. Suddenly, the light in the room flickered, and a figure quietly appeared in front of her.

She looked closely, then was shocked. Her eyes widened, and she asked in a trembling voice, "Why are you in my house? Weren't you unconscious?"

The fairy clearly recognized Zhou Zheng'an; in fact, one could say she had a deep impression of him.

"Unconscious?" Zhou Zheng'an was completely bewildered upon hearing this. He frowned, his eyes filled with confusion, and continued to press Liu Tianxian, "What do you mean, unconscious? When did I become unconscious? What happened?"

Looking at Zhou Zheng'an in front of her, with his familiar yet unfamiliar appearance, Liu Tianxian wondered if she was dreaming.

Especially when Zhou Zheng'an asked her all sorts of questions, his serious expression made it seem like this wasn't a dream.

But then, Zhou Zheng'an started taking off his clothes, his movements somewhat hurried yet strangely natural.

Liu Tianxian stared at him in horror, her eyes wide. Before she could react, Zhou Zheng'an reached out and pinched her a few more times. The touch felt so real, yet Liu Tianxian felt even more like she was having a nightmare.

"What...what are you doing!" Liu Tianxian cried out in terror, her voice sounding particularly shrill in the quiet room. But her voice seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier; she couldn't shout out and could only let out weak sobs.

Zhou Zheng'an was also a little confused at this moment. He felt as if he was in a world that was both illusory and real, and he couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality.

Looking at the terrified yet beautiful fairy before him, an inexplicable impulse surged into his heart, and in a daze, he hugged her and kissed her.

Liu Tianxian's body was stiff. She struggled desperately, but it was as if she was bound by an invisible force and could not break free. The two of them remained entangled in this embrace.

Amid Liu Tianxian's struggles and Zhou Zheng'an's confusion, time seemed to stand still.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but Tianxian felt that she had a very strange dream, in which she was actually... you know.

The key point is that this dream felt very real.

Then suddenly, Zhou Zheng'an, who was lying on top of him, disappeared.

Liu Tianxian was taken aback. She stared wide-eyed and looked around, but the room was empty.

The only sound was her own rapid breathing.

Tianxian quickly got up, her steps a little unsteady, and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror.

In the mirror, her hair was somewhat disheveled, and her face was filled with fear and confusion. She carefully checked every corner of the room, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no one else was there.

However, she felt something was wrong. She looked down at her body, and some parts of her body seemed to have really experienced something; the feeling was so real, it didn't seem like a dream.