""My Hawk-Riding Army can triumph over hundreds of enemies, and we prioritize speed. With more people, our speed would be compromised, and trying to accomplish our mission would only become more troublesome."
It was already April, the season of warmth and blossoming flowers. Feng Cang had changed into a white outfit. He reached out to hold Feng Qiqi in his embrace, his lips lightly touching her eyebrows, "Qingqing, I'm leaving soon. Don't you have anything to say to me?"
"Um…" Upon hearing Feng Cang's words, Feng Qiqi's expression stiffened.
Although she had seen many TV dramas in which the female characters would cry during farewells, she couldn't bring herself to do so, nor could she utter those emotionally charged phrases. After a pause, Feng Cang playfully touched the tip of her nose, "You're usually so clever, what's the matter today?"
"You're not leaving until the day after tomorrow... And I don't know what to say..."
