He slowly stood up as he spoke, standing in the shadow under the steps, as majestic as a steep mountain peak.
"So, tomorrow morning, we'll sign the documents."
Fu Zhen couldn't help but stand up as well.
She fixed her gaze on Pei Zhan, who was so close, holding her breath.
The moonlight tonight was truly gentle. Standing before her was a handsome and commanding man, yet the words he spoke lacked the usual sharpness.
Everyone she knew was from military families, and even though many among them had read books, none possessed the immense talent of Xu Yin.
In the Northwest camp, Xu Yin's talent was indeed hard to overlook.
Fu Zhen enjoyed listening to him talk eloquently about the contents of books and cherished the days of galloping freely with him in the desert sands or strolling under the moonlight.
Most of the beautiful moments outside of war were spent with Xu Yin.
She couldn't deny that she had feelings for Xu Yin, and she indeed knew what it was like to fall for someone.
