She glanced again at those dressed in suits and leather shoes, with their large bellies... The female journalist subconsciously sighed.
Alas... they simply couldn't compare! They were not even on the same level; those soldiers, they were the true heroes protecting the homes and the nation.
Secretly, taking advantage of her position, the female journalist carefully took photos of a few soldiers she found more handsome and to her liking, intending to keep them as treasures.
Alas... as a journalist, it seems this is the only perk.
...
She looked indifferently at what lay not far in front of her.
Everything around her seemed so hypocritical, yet she had no choice but to continue within this pretense.
On the surface, one could never truly know the intentions behind their words; what kind of double talk their hearts were speaking.
Is it not exhausting to live like this?
