The silver wolf head patch on the collar of the man in the camouflage uniform gleamed in the sunlight.
He moved quickly, sweeping his leg and knocking the scarred man to the ground.
Seeing the man in the gray jacket pick up the switchblade and charge at him, Jiang Xuan, in a moment of quick thinking, grabbed a sharp-edged stone from the ground, aimed carefully, and hurled it with all her might—
The stone struck the back of the man in the gray jacket's knee, and he screamed as he fell to the ground, dropping the switchblade and envelope from his hand.
The man in camouflage took the opportunity to kick away the switchblade.
Jiang Xuan quickly stepped over the railing and rushed over, only to bump into a warm chest.
The strong scent of male hormones made her feel a little dizzy.
"Close your eyes." The deep male voice made her eardrums tingle.
The moment the camouflage sleeve brushed against her nose, accompanied by a scream, Jiang Xuan heard the sharp sound of bones breaking.
She glimpsed the man grabbing the scarred man's wrist with one hand and twisting it backward, while simultaneously kicking the long-haired man with his military boots, sending him flying five meters away.
The long-haired man struggled a few times before getting up again. At this moment, two young men, also dressed in camouflage, arrived.
They quickly subdued the three thugs.
Jiang Xuan felt relieved and was about to pick up the envelope when the man shouted at her sharply: "Don't move! There are patrol detonators buried there."
Jiang Xuan broke out in a cold sweat.
She then noticed that there was indeed half a rusty wire at her feet, and looking along the wire, she could vaguely see a dark green fuse in the sand.
The man knelt on one knee, put on gloves, pulled out tools from his waist, skillfully brushed aside the sand, and began to carefully cut the fuse on the ground.
Jiang Xuan looked at him quietly.
His profile is also exceptionally handsome, just like it was painted on.
His camouflage uniform, soaked with sweat, clung to his strong back, and Jiang Xuan felt his heart skip a beat.
She took a deep breath and turned her face away.
After cutting the last fuse, the man stood up, dusted himself off, picked up the envelope from the ground, and handed it to Jiang Xuan.
He looked down at Jiang Xuan, his expression softening slightly.
"These days, trains are too chaotic. As a young woman, you must take good care of your belongings when you go out."
Jiang Xuan looked at him.
The man was in his early twenties, dressed in camouflage and wearing shiny military boots, which made him look exceptionally handsome.
He was very tall, probably over 185 cm, with a well-proportioned figure, neat and tidy short hair at the temples, a broad forehead, and a resolute gaze, exuding the unique aura of a soldier.
He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose bridge, and a well-defined jawline, giving him a resolute appearance. His wheat-colored skin makes him look sunny and healthy.
Jiang Xuan accepted the envelope with both hands, nodded repeatedly, and said, "Thank you so much today. I don't know what I would have done without you."
The man nodded slightly. "Get in the car now."
"etc."
As soon as Jiang Xuan turned around, she heard the man's deep voice.
The man strode up and pointed to Jiang Xuan's side, "Are you injured?"
Jiang Xuan nodded, her wound burning with pain from the sweat.
"It's nothing, just a minor scratch."
The man glanced at the sky and said in an unquestionable tone, "In this weather, wounds can easily become infected if not treated promptly."
"Xiao Liu, first aid kit."
The sound of the aluminum foil being torn open in the first aid kit was particularly loud in the desolate place.
Jiang Xuan was a little embarrassed, after all, it was on her side waist.
Seeing her hesitation, the man said, "You are currently wounded. According to Article 7 of the battlefield first aid regulations, no wounded soldier may be refused treatment."
The moment the alcohol-soaked cotton ball was pressed against the wound, Jiang Xuan winced in pain.
"Bear with it." The man bent over and moved quickly.
Although he tried his best to avoid touching her skin, his fingers would inevitably brush against her occasionally.
The warm touch made Jiang Xuan's heart tremble.
At this moment, she not only felt a burning sensation in her wound, but also in her face.
A few minutes later, the man stood up. "All done. My apologies."
Jiang Xuan blushed and said, "Thank you."
An announcement came over the platform: "The train is about to depart. Passengers, please board the train as soon as possible."
"Alright, get in the car now."
Jiang Xuan stepped over the railing, took a few steps, and couldn't help but turn back, only to find that the man was also looking in her direction.
Her face, which had finally cooled down, flushed again, and she quickened her pace, her heart pounding.
Back on the train, the seat next to Jiang Xuan was already occupied; it was a woman who looked to be around forty years old.
The older woman had a round face with a rosy glow from the high altitude, her hair was tied up at the back, and she had a lot of luggage in large and small bags at her feet.
She was eating a steamed bun with scallions.
A middle-aged couple dressed simply sat opposite us.
"Excuse me, ma'am, could you please let me in?"
"Oh, okay, please sit here." The older woman, chewing on her steamed bun, stood up warmly.
"You don't need to get up, just turn to the side."
"It's nothing, young lady. You look about the same age as my son. Are you visiting relatives or going to work?"
Remembering what the man in camouflage had said about how chaotic the train was, Jiang Xuan swallowed the truth and said, "I'm going to work."
"Where are you getting off?"
Ningzhou.
The older sister's eyes lit up, and she slapped her thigh: "Oh my god, what a coincidence! I also got off in Ningzhou, we're going the same way."
The woman across from me couldn't help but ask, "Are you going to work too?"
The older woman waved her hand, "No, I'm going to find my man."
Seeing that the other person didn't say anything more, the older woman added, her tone full of pride: "My husband works in the provincial military region, and his unit even allocated him a house."
"So, are you going to visit relatives or to accompany a soldier? Why didn't you bring your child?" Upon hearing that the man was a soldier, the woman's tone instantly became somewhat obsequious.
“My son is all grown up. He just took the college entrance exam this year and will be going to university in September.”
The eldest sister became even more proud when talking about her son.
"You are so lucky! Your husband is so capable, and your son is so outstanding too."
The two women started talking about the children again.
Jiang Xuan didn't hear what they were talking about at all.
She crossed her arms, rested her chin on them, leaned against the window, and stared blankly out the window.
He had wheat-colored skin, a angular face, dark, captivating eyes, a sharply defined nose, and beautifully shaped lips.
More importantly, he's also incredibly talented.
How can there be such a perfect man in this world!
The scenes from just now kept replaying in my mind's eye.
A firm, warm chest, a strong, resounding heartbeat, a deep voice, the sensation of fingers touching the skin…
Jiang Xuan clutched her head, screaming in anguish in her heart: It's over.
She actually developed feelings for a stranger.
No, no, no.
She was already engaged by her grandfather.
Jiang Xuan closed her eyes, trying to convince herself not to let her mind wander.
But the more I forced myself not to think about it, the clearer that face became.
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