Feng Qingxue, carrying her child, had just arrived home when she noticed two extra people in the house: Lu Jiang and a young man she didn't recognize.
About eighteen or nineteen years old, with a buzz cut, a thin, long face, bushy eyebrows, and large eyes. His height was rather imposing, and he had a sturdy build. Dressed in green military attire, he had the look of a fresh recruit, with an air of youthful vitality about him.
"My aunt calls you 'sister,' so what should I call you?" asked the young man, not the least bit shy.
Feng Qingxue laughed, "You must be Xiaoyue's nephew, Jiang Wei?"
There was a certain resemblance between the two, which made it instantly apparent they were closely related by blood.
"Yes!"
