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The cool breeze brushed against her dark hair as Shen Deputy Officer walked silently ahead. Several times she wanted to break the silence, but each time she found herself at a loss for words. The emotions that had been suppressed for so long were slowly brewing and fermenting.
The two of them were so bored that they had no choice but to make small talk. A hint of red suddenly appeared on Shen Deputy Officer's rough face. "Um... Miss Cheng, there's something I forgot to tell you."
"Oh?" She looked up at him and smiled slightly.
"I... I married Xiao Jing..." Shen Deputy Officer scratched his head, feeling uncharacteristically shy. "We got married."
Cheng Mo Su's water-colored eyes widened slightly, overwhelmed with joy. "You married Xiao Jing? Congratulations!" She smiled, revealing two shallow dimples at the corners of her lips, which looked quite lovely. "She's a smart and capable girl; you must treat her well."
"Of course!" The soldier's vow was particularly resonant. "As long as I'm around, no one dares to bully her! I will treat her as well as I treat myself! No, I will treat her even better than myself!"
Cheng Mo Su was momentarily stunned and covered her mouth with a light laugh. It was only then that Shen Deputy Officer realized his earlier "declaration of love" had been a bit too intense. He awkwardly scratched his hair and mumbled, "Miss Cheng, I hope you don't laugh at me; I really think this way! I want..." He paused, looking into the distance. "The Young Marshal should feel the same way about you."
A sudden pang hit her heart; the experiences of the past few years seemed to vanish in an instant, and she was transported back to that night when she eloped with Shaoyi at the age of fifteen. The air back then was filled with sweetness so thick that it felt suffocating.
After a moment of silence, she finally asked, "How has he been all these years..."
Shen Deputy Officer opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by a loud female voice coming from nearby.
"Mo Su?! Is that you?!" Cheng Mo Su focused her gaze and saw a woman in military attire before her, smiling brightly. A beautifully engraved pistol hung at her waist, giving her an air of elegance and confidence.
"You are..." The familiar features made it hard for Cheng Mo Su to recall the name, so she politely looked at the woman.
"It’s really sad; it’s only been a few years, and even I don’t remember." The woman took off her helmet and smiled, "It's me, Shangguan Yiting."
Cheng Mo was surprised and covered her mouth, her water-colored eyes wide open, "Sister?! How come you..."
Shangguan Yiting laughed a few times and grabbed Cheng Mo's fair hand. Cheng Mo was slightly taken aback; Shangguan Yiting's hand was no longer as delicate and smooth as before but had developed a thick layer of calluses from handling guns, riding horses, and fighting. Her eyes were slightly moist, filled with the joy of reunion after a long separation and the struggle against fate.
"Hey, Mo Su, why do you look like that?" Shangguan Yiting pulled her forward, "Deputy Officer Shen, I'm taking her to see Lin; you can go back to your work." Shen Mingliang saluted and turned away, disappearing in no time. Cheng Mo couldn't help but admire his efficiency.
Lost in thought, she followed Shangguan Yiting into a small room. Although the space was small, it was fully furnished. Shangguan Yiting moved a chair over and gestured for Cheng Mo to sit down, then poured her a cup of black tea. Cheng Mo nodded in thanks, casually sipping the tea and savoring its aroma while Shangguan Yiting prepared dinner on the stove.
"I remember you can't eat spicy food and like sweets, right?"
Cheng Mo hurriedly put down her teacup; the chipped edge had cut her rose-colored lips, and a few drops of bright red blood fell into the tea, slowly dispersing. She ignored the pain and said, "Really don’t trouble yourself."
With her back to Cheng Mo, Shangguan Yiting lowered her head. Cheng Mo couldn't see her expression but felt as if their meeting had been ages ago, filled with unspoken joys and sorrows. After some time, Shangguan Yiting brought over a bowl of steamed eggs and smiled, "I'll have someone buy sweets another day; right now I only have some eggs. Are you hungry? Eat some first."
Cheng Mo thanked her with a smile but couldn’t fathom the meaning behind Shangguan Yiting's actions. So she chose not to think about it and focused on eating the steamed eggs since she hadn’t eaten all day and felt exhausted.
"Mo Su..." Shangguan Yiting's eyes held a hint of sadness as her gaze trailed along Cheng Mo's cheek. "I knew you would come... Now our Shangguan Family has almost nothing left, but I still knew you would come."
She suddenly looked up at Shangguan Yiting's helpless smile and listened to her ethereal voice. "That day... Little Lin went to negotiate with the Jiang family in the interior; who would have thought the Japanese would take advantage of that moment and attack us unexpectedly? The warlords were all hesitant to act, offering no assistance at all. I could only escape to New North overnight." She held Cheng Mo's hand tightly. "Because of this, I became a soldier. Mo Su, do you think we can go back?"
The situation was just as bad as she had imagined. A tasteless smile lingered on Cheng Mo's lips while Shangguan Yiting continued to hold her tightly as if all barriers between them had vanished long ago. Cheng Mo silently withdrew her hand, her gaze fixed on the teacup. "Shaoyi... is he... okay?"
"Go take a look at him." Shangguan Yiting pointed to the military tent not far away.
She followed the direction Shangguan Yiting indicated, and it felt as if the time that slipped through her fingers was slowly retreating, with the feelings rooted in her heart gradually growing into a towering tree, reflecting past unhappiness and sorrow, while also mirroring the joyful moments of those days.
She stood up and walked toward where he was. Yet something held her back, and she stopped in her tracks. "That Jiang Yating..."
"Mo Su. Trust what you see." The wind carried Shangguan Yiting's words to her ears. She smiled lightly and no longer hesitated in her steps.
Pushing open the military tent, she faced the person standing upright inside.
He turned around, following the midday sunlight. His sword-like eyebrows were striking, and his gaze remained sharp. When his eyes met hers, time seemed to freeze. She smiled slightly; he was still as majestic as she remembered. And she herself was just as she had always been, cherished by the old times.
After a moment, he seemed unable to believe it as he called her name, those two syllables he thought were the most beautiful in the world, "Mo Su..."
Emotions surged uncontrollably; her nose tinged with a hint of bitterness as memories of being spoiled by him flooded her mind—how he would gaze at her gently, how he would smile and whisper to her, how he stood beside her with his broad palm. All these things she thought she had forgotten came rushing back like a tidal wave. Before she realized it, she had already been tightly embraced by him, unable to break free from his hold.
"Mo Su..." He whispered softly in her ear.
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