"Miss Lucas, let us send you back... You probably can't walk on your own just now," a young soldier suggested kindly.
Harrison Lucas nodded, not shyly refusing: "Thank you, then I'll trouble you."
She really couldn't walk anymore, fortunately, there were two comrades here.
The two young soldiers casually waved their hands, then easily lifted Harrison Lucas on either side and returned her to Major General Lucas's courtyard.
And at this moment, Ben Lucas had already finished his morning training and breakfast, but instead of going back to the study room as usual, he sat in the living room, his dark gaze falling on the table full of wine bottles, pondering something.
Hearing noise from the courtyard outside the small building, the man got up and went towards the door.
He had already anticipated that he might see Harrison Lucas come back exhausted and weak-kneed like jelly.
