Ye Jian did not know how long she had been alone. She only knew that when she heard the sound of military boots stepping on the sand, she turned around and saw Xia Jinyuan's deep eyes smiling gently at her.
She had always known that there was a gaze silently watching her from afar. It was filled with pity and gentleness as it stared at her, encouraging her.
Although he did not walk over and she did not turn around, she knew who the owner of the gaze was.
That was because no one could look at her as gently as he did. No one could know when she wanted to be alone like he did. He knew her so well and could always give her the right amount of support and encouragement.
Ye Jian turned around and looked at the young major who was approaching her. Her gaze was fixed on his gentle dark eyes. Gradually, she smiled.
Just as Xia Jinyuan had thought, the smile on her face was like a peony blooming in the moonlight. She was beautiful and charming.
