Xin Ping'an looked at him with disdain. If he had the guts, he would have lashed out at the regimental commander. Did he really think he wanted to come and put up with his attitude?

What a nuisance! He even suspected that Lu Zhaolin had a grudge against him, or that he was being cursed.

Otherwise, why do I always suffer losses when I face him?

Song Qinghe hadn't left the shore yet. Hearing the two of them talking, she quickly waved to Lu Zhaolin, "Lu Zhaolin, you go ahead and do your thing. Don't worry about me, I can walk by myself!"

"Then be careful." Lu Zhaolin instructed with a worried look. In his opinion, everyone on the road except him was a bad person.

He was worried that everyone would hurt Song Qinghe.

Song Qinghe didn't think she was in any danger; with her abilities, she was more than capable of protecting herself at any time.

If all else fails, just hide in the space; the rest doesn't matter.

Lu Zhaolin's worries were completely unnecessary. Of course, these words only went through Song Qinghe's mind; she certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to say them aloud.

Song Qinghe replied obediently, "Okay, you too. You must be careful, or I'll worry!"

Lu Zhaolin then left, turning back every few steps, and even after walking a few steps, he would turn back to look at Song Qinghe.

Xin Ping'an almost choked on her own nausea looking at his cheesy manner!

He should have sent his bodyguard to deliver the message; he shouldn't have come himself at all.

Look at all this stuff I've seen since I got here.

Xin Ping'an wished he could gouge out his own eyes and get as far away from them as possible.

After Lu Zhaolin walked a few steps away, Song Qinghe's ferry gradually moved away from the shore and went forward.

Song Qinghe still felt a little reluctant; she had never imagined that she would be so attached to a man.

Looking at Lu Zhaolin's back now, I finally understand completely.

Lu Zhaolin held a very special meaning for her; it was the first time she had ever felt the pang of missing someone before they had even left.

Lu Zhaolin felt the same way; neither of them was feeling good.

Xin Ping'an unusually refrained from saying anything sarcastic or mocking to Lu Zhaolin; it was Lu Zhaolin's business that he was unambitious.

Regardless of whether it's sad or not, spring or autumn, at least Lu Zhaolin has a wife who can grieve for spring and autumn.

Someone like me, who doesn't even have a wife, how can I possibly grieve over the passing years?

Even if one wanted to lament the passing of time, one couldn't bring oneself to do so.

Xin Pingan felt a little annoyed. They were all soldiers, so why did Lu Zhaolin have a wife while he didn't?

You know what, he genuinely thinks Lu Zhaolin's wife is pretty good, the kind of woman who really makes his heart flutter.

Lu Zhaolin, being a very perceptive person, immediately sensed that something was amiss.

Turning around, I saw Xin Ping'an with an eager expression, and I immediately became unhappy.

"I'm warning you, Song Qinghe is my wife. If you dare to have any bad ideas, don't blame me for not showing any camaraderie."

"knew!"

Xin Ping'an said reluctantly that he was just thinking about it and didn't actually intend to do anything.

He's not crazy, nor is he stupid.

That's Lu Zhaolin's wife, not mine.

Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't do anything while Lu Zhaolin was still alive to ruin a military marriage; that would go against his values.