Su Xiaowan couldn't help but think that the soldier she had married was not as harmless as he appeared on the surface. She knew that her fireful actions earlier had wounded his masculine pride.
For a soldier, they might not fear hardship, fatigue, injury, or pain, but they could not bear to have their dignity trampled on.
Now, she was filled with regret. He had always been courteous and amiable to her, even though he kept a stern face, but he had never lambasted her, even when she had been the cause of trouble, he had never blamed her.
But, his demeanor earlier was really terrifying. Su Xiaowan hugged her head with both hands. With her tiny stature, completely devoid of any strength, she would be nothing before Han Dongchen. What if one day he couldn't control his angry side?
At such times, no matter how composed one's experiences are, in the face of absolute violence, there is no advantage at all.
