Bai Yaoyao stared as her hand was being held in his big hand. In the cold, snowy weather, the warmth from his body gradually spread to her hand, warming her heart.
No one had ever warmed her hands in the cold winter.
No one had ever given her such a sense of security either.
She wanted to become dependent on it, yet she did not dare to.
There were many times when she was easily moved by him. Her understanding of him deepened through their everyday interactions, and she began to admire him even more.
He knew a lot. Whether it as about geography or astronomy, commanding battles, the art of war, training in army camps… There was nothing he did not know.
If being a soldier was a dream she had in her teenage years, she saw this dream in him. Her admiration for him was mixed with much warmth and heartfelt emotions.
She could not tell how she really felt towards Duan Yanhao.
