It seemed as if he could read his thoughts, Qinghe chuckled lightly, "There's nothing to like or dislike, it's just that the work is too dangerous, and often lacking proper meals and rest, that's how you got your stomach disease. Anyway, you've done what you needed to do, but you have your own thoughts and considerations. If you want to continue with this job, I will definitely support you."
Suddenly, it occurred to her that what seemed to her like arduous work might hold special significance for a man. She had heard before that men have a special attachment to military service, especially someone as domineering and fierce as Weisheng Yueren. She wasn't a psychopath who wanted to possess Weisheng Yueren completely, expecting him to accommodate her in every way. Such a Weisheng Yueren would no longer be the one she was willing to open her heart to.
Relieved at her words, he could listen to her, but there would certainly be some regret in his heart.
