Watching her jog down the mountain, Henry Sullivan couldn't help but frown as he followed behind.
Going downhill, she was quick on her feet and didn't complain about being tired.
She reached the foot of the mountain first, and he leisurely walked down to her side.
"I was thinking just now, as a military wife, you can't be so lax with yourself.
Starting tomorrow, you have to get up in the morning and run with me."
"Why should I," Ivy Miller glared at him, "I'm not your soldier."
"If you were my soldier, I'd have you run with me morning, noon, and night."
After saying this, he clasped his hands behind his back and walked ahead, and Ivy Miller quickly ran up to catch him: "Uncle, are you messing with me?"
"Why would I mess with you, I'm a soldier, I don't joke around."
Ivy Miller scoffed, "I've met many soldiers, but I've never seen one who doesn't joke.
Let me tell you uncle, I'm the type who responds to kindness rather than force.
