It was notoriously "untouchable, unspeakable, and unthinkable."

During the few days he returned to the factory, a few of his old buddies got drunk and, fueled by alcohol, secretly mentioned Su Qingzhi.

As a result, Lu Jichuan smashed the cup on the spot, shards of porcelain flew everywhere, and wine was spilled all over the floor.

He stood up, stared at the man, and said in a frighteningly low voice, "Say it again?"

The man was so frightened that he sobered up immediately and waved his hands to apologize.

The whole camp knew the next day.

Anyone who dares to joke about his sister-in-law again will never be allowed to touch the soldiers under his command.

Promotion is out of the question, assignments are sidelined, and even guard duty is assigned to the coldest night shift.

Song Ye immediately changed his tune, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and even his voice changed.

"Brother, I'll shut up, I was wrong! I'll rest, I'll shut up! I won't say anything more, okay?"

He quickly shrank back into his seat, pulled his coat over his head, and pretended to be asleep, barely daring to breathe loudly.

But words spoken cannot be taken back.

Lu Jichuan ignored him, not even raising his gaze, but simply lowering his eyes quietly.

She was sleeping soundly, her cheeks slightly puffed out.

He remembered Song Ye mentioning that she got terribly carsick on her way to Nan'an.

He vomited three or four times along the way, his face turned pale, and he could barely speak coherently.

So when I got on the bus, he didn't ask any questions or exchange pleasantries. He just said casually, "Take a nap."

She didn't say much, just gave a soft "hmm," then obediently closed her eyes, her brows slightly relaxed.

She had spent most of the day on the train and had gotten up at four in the morning to continue her journey; she was indeed extremely tired.

My ankles are sore and weak, my shoulders and neck are stiff, and I barely have the strength to open my eyes.

Even so, she never complained or uttered a word of fatigue.

He didn't move, remaining in that position, letting her lean on his shoulder.

As darkness fell outside the car, the last rays of the setting sun were swallowed by the mountain ridge.

The wind blows from afar, sweeping over the waist-high rice stalks.