The days were filled with training that was already busying enough, consuming all her time and energy for studying and routine drills.
There was naturally no time to bother with matters of the heart.
But now, Lu Ziqing was right in front of her, in the empty space of the night, surrounded by the aroma of barbeque, the cool night breeze sobering, with the beer adding a touch of tipsiness.
Had it not been for Wen Nian... had it been Lu Ziqing...
Would her life have been much simpler, much happier?
Leaving aside romance, she simply felt comfortable being with Lu Ziqing.
His humor, his sharp tongue, his cunning acuteness—all were irresistible.
If not for all that had happened before, if she hadn't been tangled up with Wen Nian for a full twenty years, if she had been like most girls who meet someone like Lu Ziqing at the age of eighteen or nineteen... she thought she might have fallen for him too.
After all, in her youth, she had absolutely no resistance to soldiers in uniform.
