Lu Zhengjun simply responded.

His heart is now filled with tenderness and affection for Su Yueya.

He realized that Su Yueya thought all the bad things were just a bizarre and absurd dream.

But the truth is quite the opposite.

A dream is not a dream, and reality is not reality.

Dreams are reality.

Aside from their brief encounter on the train, Lu Zhengjun had no idea what hardships Su Yueya had gone through to travel alone from a small village to the capital.

However, one can imagine that it must have been an exceptionally difficult task.

"Crescent Moon, don't be afraid, I'm here, your husband's here. Shall we go back to sleep?"

"Don't be afraid, we're at home, in the bedroom."

"Mmm." Su Yueya obediently agreed, but she was unwilling to loosen her grip on Lu Zhengjun's hand even slightly.

She couldn't control herself at all; all she wanted to do was hug her husband.

She hugged her husband tightly.

Lu Zhengjun didn't force her, and they lay down in that tightly embracing position.

He seemed to have split into two people.

One gently coaxed Su Yueya, patted her back, and patiently comforted her again and again.

The other one viciously tore Liu Dekai to shreds, as if he had returned to that training ground, punching that face that made him feel disgusted just by looking at it.

If it weren't for this scumbag, Su Yueya wouldn't have had to endure all this suffering!

He is not good enough for Su Yueya at all.

He's a scoundrel.

He is a disgrace to the army.

He should die.

Su Yueya held Lu Zhengjun tightly, unable to let go at all.

Every now and then, it would twitch like it was having a seizure, then hug it tighter, muttering something unintelligible.

Lu Zhengjun cursed Liu Dekai in her heart.

He went too far back then!