The two sisters hugged each other tightly, whispering their last words.
On the other side, after saying goodbye to their families, the soldiers slowly began to return to their units; the moment had finally arrived.
As Mo Ran was preparing to return to her team and was leaving, she saw someone who had appeared behind her at some unknown time.
She smiled and said, "As expected! You still came to see me off."
An Huaishou had actually arrived quite early, but he had been hesitating about whether or not he should come out.
An Yuan'er pulled Yi Chenli to the other side and tactfully gave the two of them some private space to talk.
Since An Huishou had spoken frankly with her last time, the two have never practiced kung fu together again, and have quietly kept their distance.
To be honest, Lin Moran hadn't spoken to him alone for quite some time.
She looked at him with a hint of longing. So many years had passed, and even though he had become a high-ranking official of the emperor and was now rich and powerful, in Lin Moran's eyes, he was still the same boy who had attracted her at first glance when they first met.
He never had the roguishness or frivolity of a rich young master; he remained upright, dignified, and steadfast.
Over the years, he hasn't changed. And Lin Moran's perspective has never changed either.
"Mo Ran, may you be safe and healthy!" An Huaishou's words were few, but they were the most sincere.
He shouldn't have come, but his subconscious compelled him to say goodbye to her.
Lin Moran was very happy; with him here, he had no regrets.
“I know your long-held wish is to protect our country. This time, I’ll go ahead and scout the way for you. Maybe, the experience of being on the battlefield will inspire me to write a good poem about the military.”
Lin Moran's words were loaded with meaning. An Huaishou's initial attraction to Han Yuanyuan stemmed from a poem. Lin Moran had repeatedly blamed himself for not being well-read enough to write a beautiful poem, allowing others to seize the opportunity first.
This is something Lin Moran still holds a grudge about.
An hesitated for a moment, then said, "Mo Ran. Not everyone can write a good poem. A woman like you is already extremely rare. You have something that no one else can replace."
Lin Moran gave a helpless twitch of his lips: "What's the point of being special if you don't like it anyway?"
Lin Moran will be gone for at least a few years. By the time she returns, An Huaishou will probably be newly married with a beautiful wife in his arms.
The man she had loved for so many years was going to belong to someone else in the end.
Lin Moran was unwilling to accept it.
Perhaps he was about to leave, and Lin Moran was no longer afraid. His blood boiled, and Lin Moran suddenly disregarded everything, stood on tiptoe, grabbed An Huishou's neck, and hung on her.
His lips pressed heavily against hers, a powerful, surging force that swept over them, and then he bit their lips.
A touch of red appeared on her lips.
Lin Moran wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said with a touch of arrogance, "The man I've set my sights on must have his first kiss with me. I can't let some other little vixen have it."
"An Huaishou, I just like you. Is that not allowed?"
Mo Ran made the announcement with a somewhat domineering and forceful tone.
An Huaishou was stunned!
Most of the women in Shengjing were dignified and demure, with a shy and timid demeanor. Although he was with Han Yuanyuan, An Huaishou was not a frivolous person. On several occasions when they met, they were both self-disciplined and polite, only talking about their hobbies and never even holding hands.
Such a bold woman, besides An Yuan'er, is Lin Moran standing before us.
After the kiss, Lin Moran was still a little unsatisfied. He licked his lips and pressed them together again.
Mo Ran thought to herself: I'm leaving anyway, so I might as well have some fun first!
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