January 22nd, the seventh day of the joint operation.
"It's over." Wang Ye stood on a boulder halfway up the mountain and looked at the setting sun in the distance.
"Yes." Yu Shuiqin, whose hand was held by Wang Ye, looked at his side profile and felt a hint of sweetness.
Ever since the life-and-death battle on Longwang Mountain two days ago, their relationship had improved by leaps and bounds.
"How is Zirui recovering now?" Wang Ye asked.
"He can already get out of bed," Yu Shuiqin smiled and said. "Song Shuyi has been accompanying him in the medical room for the past two days."
"That's good." Wang Ye held back his laughter.
He could roughly imagine the pleasant scene.
"Look, this is the photo he sent this afternoon." Yu Shuiqin opened the photo album on her watch. Wang Ye leaned over and took a closer look.
