Han Lingxi accepted all offers without hesitation, since she didn't have much to do at the camp anyway, and sewing and mending was how she passed the time.

When the soldiers saw the clothes that Han Lingxi had mended, they were all covered with different embroidered patterns to cover the stitches. They found that the clothes looked even better than before the tears. They all praised Han Lingxi for her skill and said that the commander was very lucky.

Han Lingxi originally wanted to gain the soldiers' approval by demonstrating her marksmanship, but she didn't expect that she could achieve the desired effect by mending a few pieces of clothing. It's true that sometimes you can't make flowers bloom even if you try, but sometimes you can make willows grow even if you don't intend to.

Zhou Hanche felt that the soldiers were looking at him strangely, as if they were saying, "You've hit the jackpot!" He was very puzzled, so he asked the guard next to him and found out that it was because of Han Lingxi.

Han Lingxi was sitting in the room reading a book. Luckily, when she came, her bag was not full, so she filled it with a lot more things, otherwise she would have been bored to death here.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Unexpectedly, Zhou Hanche came in, holding a piece of clothing in his hand. Zhou Hanche handed the clothing to Han Lingxi.

"You can help me get some nourishment too."

"I thought it was something serious, it'll be ready in no time."

Han Lingxi smiled, picked up the needle and thread placed by the bed, searched for a long time but couldn't find where it was torn. She looked up at Zhou Hanche in confusion, and then suddenly realized that he was jealous.

"Please sit down."

Although Zhou Hanche was in a bad mood, he still obediently sat down on the edge of the bed.

"What's wrong, are you jealous?"

Han Lingxi turned to him with a smile and asked.

"No."

Zhou Hanche answered without looking at Han Lingxi, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

"You're being stubborn. Tell me what happened."

“You are the daughter of a teacher, why do you have to do such a thing? Besides, you didn’t even ask me if I need my clothes mended.”

Han Lingxi smiled. The last sentence was the key point, but Han Lingxi still analyzed it point by point.

"So what if she's the daughter of a division commander? She still needs to eat. How can I accept that you're letting me eat and stay here for free?"

Zhou Hanche wanted to say something in rebuttal, but Han Lingxi stopped him and continued.

"Besides, I have a lifetime to mend your clothes, why bother with a day or two?"

After Han Lingxi finished speaking, Zhou Hanche just stared at her, forgetting the words he had just wanted to say but was stopped from saying.

"Ding! Affection +5, Total Affection 90."

Han Lingxi's life was peaceful. Apart from practicing marksmanship under Zhou Hanche's guidance, she occasionally sewed clothes sent by soldiers. Feng Qingfen also did not make any unusual moves, probably because she also felt that the time was not right.

That day, the camp suddenly welcomed several people from the division command post. Han Lingxi suddenly became cautious. Could they be here to deliver the battle plan? If so, Feng Qingfen should take action.

However, the truth disappointed Han Lingxi. The three men were from her father's guard battalion, and her father had sent them to take her back.

Living such a comfortable life, Han Lingxi had almost forgotten that she had run away. What should she do now? Those people had received orders, and those orders were military orders. They would definitely not let her stay here. What if she was forced to marry someone when she went back? Her mother's pressure to marry was secondary. The main thing was what would happen to Zhou Hanche and her father.

"Where did my father tell you to take me?"

Han Lingxi asked the person who came.

"The division commander ordered us to take the young lady back to the command post."

Han Lingxi breathed a sigh of relief. At least she wasn't going back to the capital and didn't have to worry about being forced into marriage. Her father was much easier to talk to than her mother.

This book was first published on Canghai Literature Network. Please do not reproduce it!