"Don't pause in pursuit, for at the end of the plain are the spring mountains."
The big leader had told him this a long time ago.
In the summer of 2013, twenty-three-year-old Fang Huai's two bars and a star on his shoulder shone brightly under the lights, and the ribbon on his military dress uniform also reflected the solemnity of the day.
A twenty-three-year-old Lieutenant Colonel was both an encouragement to a meritorious officer and a precious asset to the modern Troops.
"Not bad, huh?" Fang Huai lifted the corners of his mouth in front of the mirror, looking at his bride for today in her white silk satin gown.
"Hmph~" Yang Shaoqing, with her hands behind her back, had a touch of smugness on her face, "Not bad, huh!"
"Not bad my ass! You're far from matching up to your aunt!" Chen Shuang, dressed in a black suit, sat on the stool next to him with a frown.
Fang Huai's lips twitched: "Shuang's son, who are you talking to? Get your role straight, today you are the best man!"
