The steam coming from the medicinal soup wafted in the air as Mao Jixue brought a tray of soup towards Xu Rouguang's tent. One of the soldiers kindly raised the flap for her so she didn't have to put down the tray. When she arrived in the infirmary, she saw Xu Rouguang smiling in a daze, holding onto the silver ring on his fingers.
She quietly moved towards him and placed the soup on a box that doubled as a nightstand for the tent. The princess just sat on another box that functioned as the chairs. As if the smile on his lips were contagious, Mao Jixue also smiled at him warmly, hoping that he enjoyed the memories that he was going back to. She didn't know what he was seeing, but she was happy as long as he was.
Then, Xu Rouguang noticed that he had been in a daze. He also turned to the woman nearby. His eyes blinked before working his ring back in its place, closer to his heart than the wedding ring that came after.
