Tell him directly that she will not divorce him.

Su Miaoyan buried her face in the quilt, and after what seemed like an eternity, dawn broke.

After waking up, I got dressed and washed up, and walked into the living room, my eyes instinctively turning to the dining table.

In the past, Lu Ting would always leave breakfast there to remind her to eat.

But he went on a mission, and no one brought her breakfast anymore.

Su Miaoyan paused for a few seconds, then turned around, grabbed her keys, put on her shoes, and went out for breakfast.

Lu Ting is gone, so I'll have to rely on myself.

Before leaving, Su Miaoyan put the prepared spatial fruit and diluted spiritual spring water (which she had put into a thermos) into her bag.

I carried my bag and went to the cafeteria for breakfast.

For breakfast, Su Miaoyan ordered the same few things that Lu Ting usually bought for her. Before she knew it, she had gotten used to them.

After leaving the canteen and collecting her tools from the political commissar's office, Su Miaoyan followed Political Commissar Wang's instructions and headed towards the desolate and scorching Gobi Desert.

The military area wasn't too hot in the morning, perhaps because of the buildings providing shade.

But almost as soon as Su Miaoyan left the military region, a gust of wind, seemingly mixed with pebbles and carrying a dry feeling, attacked her directly like a blade.

If it weren't for the protection of the spiritual spring water, my lips would probably have cracked after blowing for several hours.

The liberation shoes on their feet, stepping on the soft mud and sand, left one messy footprint after another on the sandy ground outside the military region.

Su Miaoyan quickly put on her straw hat and headed towards the Gobi Desert.

Along the way, Su Miaoyan encountered many people who, like her, wore straw hats and carried tools.

She was looking at someone else, someone else.