Thinking that he was now on the battlefield, his life or death uncertain, she could no longer sleep peacefully.
Every night, it seems as if I am waiting for an unknown news, my heartstrings are tense and I can't relax for a moment.
Fang Chiyue brought a small bowl from the table. In the bowl was the soul-soothing soup she had prepared, which exuded a faint medicinal aroma.
She gently placed the bowl in Fang Qingyue's hand: "Sister, give it a try. Although the effect of the medicine is not strong, it can at least make you feel a little more comfortable."
Fang Qingyue gently stroked the edge of the bowl, feeling the warm heat on her fingers.
Fang Chiyue's kindness cannot be refused.
So she raised her hand and took a sip.
The soup tastes bitter with a hint of sweetness. The warm liquid gradually slides into the stomach, bringing a brief moment of tranquility.
But this tranquility is only a temporary comfort.
She gently put down the bowl and looked at the faint bright moon outside the window, but the worry in her heart still could not be relieved.
The night wind gently blew the window lattice, the candlelight swayed, and Fang Qingyue's face looked even more haggard.
Fang Chiyue sat quietly beside her, holding her hand and feeling her tiredness.
She was heartbroken but didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only stay by her side.
Time flows slowly like water.
Half a month has passed, and the sky at the border is gray and endless.
The vast land was covered with yellow sand, and the wind was mixed with a cold breath.
Shen Yuhan stood outside the military camp, with endless mountains in the distance.
The mountain wind blew up dust, which blew onto his resolute face.
He had a stern expression, fatigue visible between his brows, and his eyes were staring towards the border.
The military affairs are heavy, but he is concerned about it.
It's not just the border war, there's also Fang Qingyue who's far away in the capital.
Every night, her pale face and the unspoken worries she expressed when she left would always appear in my mind.
At this moment, he stood outside the tent, his cloak fluttering in the breeze.
He slowly took out a roll of silk and unfolded it.
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