Feng Yun's heart skipped a beat.
She had long known that the battlefield held no regard for life, where death and injury were matters of chance, and could befall anyone at any time. She also considered herself to have lived once before and had since then attained a state of emotional tranquility, unaffected by sentiment.
Yet, upon hearing Cao Kai's words, the vibrant image of Ao Qi still rose before her eyes...
With a smile, the young man radiated like the scorching sun, his eyes sparkling with vigor, sweat glistening on his temples. When catching fish in the pond, he'd turn his back to her, revealing the muscles across his broad shoulders...
Feng Yun's mind wandered far off.
Her hand gently rested on Ayou's small shoulders.
"Don't cry anymore, your brother Ao won't come to any harm..."
She composed herself, well-recognized in the village as the best at comforting children.
