Although Han Dongchen admitted that Su Xiaowan was a very insightful young girl, she was only an ordinary civilian who had not received professional training.
He had been on battlefields and was clueless about her current condition. She must have been terrified by now. The idea of her no longer acknowledging him and avoiding him made his heart ached as if someone was ruthlessly twisting it. This feeling was not unfamiliar to him. He had felt it every time a comrade died in battle. It was the feeling of loss, the pain in his heart, but it was particularly intense this time.
Han Dongchen hurriedly returned home. It was already midnight, and the house was eerily silent. However, the living room was still lit, and the food on the table was still there, untouched. He didn't hear any movement from Su Xiaowan.
