The next day, Tuanzi returned from the camp.
The young man on horseback, clad in majestic martial attire, held a long spear in his hand.
Upon seeing the young girl in the distance, he immediately clenched the reins tightly, whipped the horse, and forcefully spurred the horse's belly to rush towards the girl's position.
He moved as swiftly as an arrow, as if afraid of being a second too late.
Then, he dismounted fluidly and tried to approach Xia Ningxing, but after taking a few steps forward, he stopped in his tracks.
A feeling of becoming timid upon approaching home rose within.
Xia Tuanzi's eyes glistened with moisture, and without a word, he stared eagerly at her.
Anyone could sense the longing and excitement deep in his heart.
"Tuanzi..." Xia Ningxing lifted her tear-filled eyes and observed the young man before her who seemed both familiar yet slightly foreign.
