"Brother, if you don't return to the army, then I'll say goodbye to Uncle Niu today. I'll go back to the capital with you. At worst, it's just one life." He Zhilan said stubbornly.
He Teng sighed deeply after a long pause. He raised his hand and gently patted He Zhilan's head. At this time, he especially wished that He Zhilan was still that willful, naïve little girl from her teenage years, rather than so mature now that it left him feeling helpless.
"If I leave, aren't you afraid to sleep alone in this room?"
"Not afraid," He Zhilan answered firmly. "I'm not afraid of the dark anymore!"
"Living alone in this village, you're not scared? The situation in the capital is tense, but it's not yet at the point of decision. Maybe in a year and a half—at worst, maybe one or two more years. During this time, living here alone in the mountain village, you're not afraid?"
Everyone understood that only when the Shen Family was defeated would He Zhilan be truly safe.
