In the evening, Huo Ge called.
On the other end of the phone, there was no discernible emotion in his voice, but his tone was still indulgently affectionate towards her.
The two of them talked a lot of nonsense, and Lian Qiao didn't ask whether anything had happened when he attended Madame Zhuo's Peento Peach Banquet. However, adhering to the principle that prevention is better than an open flame, she summed it up for him in a simple, matter-of-fact manner, telling him that soldiers must never engage in any misconduct...
One call lasted a full half hour, and in the end, they had to reluctantly hang up.
How unbearable, right?
They were a young couple, about to wed, with a love deeper than the sea and ready to spread their wings together, when suddenly they were reduced to being worlds apart, lonely and isolated.
Damn, how annoying is that?
