As his mood got better, Feng Xiyan gently explained, "By now, most of the refugees should already be at work. Those who remain are the old, sick, and disabled. It should be fine for us to go inside now."
Bai Hanyun's eyes brightened at his words. She got closer to him and whispered, "That means it's the perfect chance to gather some information. Let's go."
With her tugging him along, Feng Xiyan could only follow, a smile lingering on his lips.
The coachman, who had watched everything unfold, blinked in disbelief. He rubbed his eyes and muttered, "Is that really my stern, expressionless Great General who always stays clear of women?"
Yet, despite his doubts, the coachman could only watch as Bai Hanyun excitedly pulled a smiling Feng Xiyan into the refugee camp.
Stepping past the gate, Bai Hanyun was met with countless curious gazes—eyes filled with both fear and vigilance.
