"Little comrade..." The middle-aged soldier took a step forward, blocking in front of Chuxia and the young soldier. Before he could speak, Chuxia rudely interjected, "Are you his nanny?"
In this era, being a soldier was supremely honorable. No matter where they went, they generally received looks of admiration, respect, and envy... But right now, this frail young girl, with her neck stretched and her little face flushed red, her eyes watery with grievance... was clearly genuinely angry.
It was just a small bump; was it really necessary? The smile on the middle-aged soldier's face noticeably faded. "Little comrade..."
"Could it be that he is mute?"
Chuxia once again challenged the middle-aged soldier's patience. Well, normally she wasn't one to fuss over things, but who could blame her when they had just happened to catch her in a bad mood today?
"What do you want?" the young soldier finally spoke up.
