He walked straight up to them, separated by a dozen meters, his eyes locked rigidly onto the woman in Shentu Yun's arms. His voice was like ancient glacial ice when he spoke, "Shentu Yun, you're cornered. Let her go, and maybe I'll consider letting you die a full corpse!"
Mu Xiangwan stared foolishly at him, her eyes blurred by tears. They had only been apart for a day, but it felt like a century to her.
Looking at his deep, firm features, his eyebrows arched into his temples, his tall and straight figure, and his heroic energy, Mu Xiangwan's heart slowly calmed down. It was like the sea after a storm, tranquil with only the warm sound of sand.
If this was her last look at him, she hoped his face would accompany her along the endless road to the underworld. In her next life, she hoped she could remember him still!
That unique military spirit, she would never forget it.
