As dusk fell, the last rays of the setting sun were slipping from Zheng Wanqing's tired shoulders. She had been busy following Zheng Yuheng all day, and the silk petticoat under her protective suit had long been soaked with sweat and stuck to her back.

Xie Yun had quietly stood behind her without her noticing, and he gently held her wrist. "It's time to go." He whispered, his voice full of unbreakable pity.

Zheng Wanqing was about to look for her brother, but saw him standing at the door of the tent. In the twilight, Zheng Yuheng looked particularly thin. He was silent for a long time, his Adam's apple rolling up and down several times, and finally squeezed out a sentence: "...Please help me write a letter to Xiao Xiao."

Looking at her brother's red ears, Zheng Wanqing pursed her lips and nodded, with a gentle smile in her eyes.

After leaving the epidemic area, Zheng Wanqing suddenly reached out and grabbed Xie Yun's sleeve.

"Yumin," Zheng Wanqing said carefully, her eyes wandering cautiously between his expressions, like a kitten tentatively extending its claws, "I want to write a letter to Ji Chen." After a pause, she added: "He knows some foreign compradors, maybe..." As soon as she finished speaking, she pursed her lips unconsciously. Since the last time Xie Yun showed his concern about Ji Chen, she rarely mentioned him in front of him.

Xie Yun's gloved fingertips brushed the snow grains on her temples, and the soft leather left subtle lines on her skin. He deliberately let the rough seams on the edge of the gloves brush against the most sensitive part of her earlobe.

"When did you learn to be so polite, Madam?" There was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, but a hint of mischief flashed in his eyes. He gently pinched her chin with his thumb and index finger in leather gloves.

Zheng Wanqing couldn't help but hold her breath, as if she could feel the warmth of his fingers through the leather: "Isn't it because..."

"Is it funny that I'm jealous?" Xie Yun chuckled softly, his laughter seemed to have some kind of bewitching power. As he spoke, his broad palm completely wrapped around her hand.

He leaned over to her ear, his warm breath brushing her earlobe like a feather, and whispered softly: "You don't need to ask my opinion on this matter. I will support you in whatever you want to do."

Zheng Wanqing's eyes sparkled with a smile. She shook his hand playfully and said coquettishly, "It is Wanqing's blessing to be trusted by the young commander."

Xie Yun looked at her bright and charming smile, and couldn't help shaking his head and smiling, his eyes full of doting. Lights in the distance lit up one after another, entwining their shadows on the snow.

At the headquarters, Xie Yun took off his cloak and turned around, "Wanqing, I have to go out to handle some official business." He pointed to the table beside him, "Paper and pen are ready. If you want to write a letter to Ji Chen, just use them."

Zheng Wanqing nodded slightly, her eyes inadvertently falling on the pair of dark brown suede gloves on Xie Yun's hands. Those gloves were exactly what she had spent a lot of time and effort sewing stitch by stitch last month.

Her heart softened instantly, and she took two steps forward involuntarily, gently burying her face in his chest, and said in a coquettish voice, "Don't be too tired, come earlier."

Xie Yun couldn't help but recall that when he attended various banquets in the past, he often saw foreigners holding pet cats in their arms. The cats had different fur colors, some were soft and shiny, and some were fluffy and curly. They were lazy and comfortable in their owners' arms. He never understood what kind of fun these foreigners could find in raising cats.

At this moment, looking at the person in her arms, she raised her face slightly, her eyes full of dependence and attachment, just like the intimate look in the eyes of cats when they gently lick the palm of a person's hand.

Xie Yun tightened his arms and tightly wrapped them around her slender waist. His chin rested lightly on the top of her slightly messy hair, stroking it gently, and the smell of disinfectant and sweat lingered at the tip of his nose, which was not unpleasant.