With the city gate less than twenty paces away, amid the sea of people, he still had not found the figure he longed to see. Xiao Ruiyuan's gaze darkened, unwilling to give up, he glanced hurriedly to both sides, his eyes quickly sweeping over the crowd.
"Commander, is there something amiss?" the deputy commander, who was half a step behind, asked. His right hand already on the hilt of his sword at his waist, he swept his gaze over the crowd with a hint of vigilance.
Xiao Ruiyuan suppressed the disappointment in his heart, about to withdraw his gaze, but he caught sight of that familiar face from the corner of his eye. His vision collided with those familiar, watery eyes, and for a moment, he forgot to speak. A surge of overwhelming joy swept over him.
And the deputy commander at his side, who had not yet stepped back, was shocked to discover that their commander, known for his eternally stoic expression, had actually smiled ... actually smiled!
