Over those seven years, she had imagined countless reunion scenarios, but never this one, where he was holding a barefoot and beautiful woman in his arms, the woman draped in his military uniform, their sweetness torturing her until her heart broke.
Seven years ago, he might have been equally cruel and wild, but at least he treated her differently.
And now, he wouldn't even let her get close; where was she supposed to place her feelings, the yearnings of seven years?
And how was she to explain this to the boss?
The military tent was sparse, the single soldier's campaign bed narrow and small.
Lian Qiao secretly rejoiced.
She could sleep alone at last!
Alas, pitifully, with no pajamas, no bath, not even a pair of underwear.
She made do and pulled a camouflage T-shirt from Liehuo's pack to put on, and then, seeing that the man had no intention to leave, she couldn't help but shoot him a 'hey, you should go' look with her eyes.
