Under the brilliant lights, she wore a pure white cloak, with a little cap surrounded by fox fur on her small head, topped with a fluffy pom-pom.
She carried a rabbit lantern in her hand, the white glow from below reflecting on that increasingly delicate porcelain-white little face.
Her eyes, black as ink, absorbed the vast stars in the sky, warmly and brilliantly illuminating his heart.
"Nuannuan," he sighed from the deepest part of his heart.
How could she be so wonderful?
How could anyone be so wonderful?
Clearly, she didn't have to do anything; she just needed to stay home peacefully as the General's wife.
He was there for everything, wasn't he?
Yet her heart and mind were entirely devoted to Bianliao and the people.
Perhaps she herself didn't realize how shocking these words were to a soldier defending the nation.
More impactful than a thousand sweet words, more moving to the depths of his soul!
