"..." Zoya's lips moved a little. She was touched by Ragib's craftiness and felt a chill down her spine.
However, perhaps only with Ragib's thought and attitude, could he become the youngest general of the First Army, a major general whose name was well known across the country, and the youngest one.
Finally, Zoya nodded. "You... It's okay as long as you're sure that it'll be fine."
While she was deep in thought, Ragib came up behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Don't miss me too much." His laughter came to her ears, and the heart-wrenching male voice and breath echoed in her ears, making her ears red in an instant.
Zoya was stunned and shook off his hand. "Don't be sentimental. I won't miss you. If you're not here... I can just take a break. No one bothers me."
