As soon as Xie Yun lifted the canvas curtain of the refugee camp, the biting cold wind blew snow particles into his collar, and the biting cold made him shiver involuntarily.

He raised his hand and rubbed his temple, pressing his fingertips gently on the dark blue skin at his brow bone. The exhaustion from working day and night for days and nights, without a wink, was like a surging tide, overwhelming him like a tidal wave, and tiny black spots gradually appeared on the edge of his vision.

"Young Marshal!" The guard trotted over and handed over a military canteen, his voice filled with worry, "The company commander said you should rest."

Xie Yun nodded slightly, raised his head and drank the last sip of coffee in the kettle, which had gone cold earlier. The brown liquid remaining at the bottom of the aluminum kettle had a bitter sheen like medicinal juice.

He was about to speak when two bright and dazzling headlights suddenly pierced through the vast snow in the distance. A black car was slowly driving along the icy ruts.

The moment the car door opened, Xie Yun's pupils suddenly contracted sharply.

Zhou Lin jumped off the car and stumbled as his boots slipped on the ice. This adjutant, who was usually calm and steady, lowered his head at this moment, not daring to meet Xie Yun's gaze.

"Zhou Lin?" Xie Yun's voice was even colder than the wind and snow. He knew what was going on without even thinking about it. His eyes were fixed on the back door of the car.

"Young Marshal." Zhou Lin gritted his teeth and gave a standard military salute, then opened the back door with a slightly stiff movement.

The moment the familiar figure came into his sight, Xie Yun's heart suddenly tightened.

Zheng Wanqing stood in the snow in a slightly embarrassed manner, with mud splashed all over her skirt and her boots covered in mud. She tidied up her messy hair a little awkwardly and said softly, "It's none of Adjutant Zhou's business..."

She subconsciously wrapped herself tightly in her dark grey woolen coat, her sheepskin boots sinking half a finger deep into the snow. As she spoke, the white mist she exhaled trembled slightly in the cold wind: "You haven't heard from me for so long, I..."

Before she finished speaking, Xie Yun took a few quick steps forward and grabbed her wrist, with such force that the leather gloves made a small sound under the weight. A dark shadow floated under his eyes, but the anger in his eyes was more intense than ever: "Do you know how dangerous it is here?"

Zheng Wanqing looked up at the man she had been thinking about day and night, and her eyes suddenly turned red. She reached out her hand tremblingly and gently stroked Xie Yun's face, as if she was afraid that the man in front of her was just an illusion: "I know."

She took a deep breath and calmed herself down: "But I also know that you are here."

Xie Yun's body stiffened.

The wind and snow whistled between them, and the crystal snow flakes fluttered down and stuck to her slightly trembling eyelashes.

Xie Yun closed his eyes, as if he was trying hard to suppress the complex emotions that were surging like waves in his heart. When he opened his eyes again, the anger in his eyes gradually subsided, and the strength in his hands also eased a little, but he still held her hand tightly, and his voice was full of helplessness: "...Nonsense."

Zheng Wanqing smiled, tears welling up uncontrollably and sliding down her cheeks: "I will take good care of myself and won't hold you back. I know basic nursing and can always help."

Xie Yun gently held her in his arms and wrapped her tightly in his military coat. The remaining body temperature from the wool lining quickly melted the snow on Zheng Wanqing's collar.

When Zheng Wanqing's cold cheek pressed against his neck, she heard Xie Yun let out a hoarse sigh from deep in his throat: "...Follow me closely, don't run around."

Zheng Wanqing nodded vigorously in his arms, her tears soaking the front of his military uniform.

Xie Yun lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her head. Then he turned his gaze to Zhou Lin, who was still lowering his head, and said with narrowed eyes and pretended to be angry: "Adjutant Zhou is getting bolder now."