The night was silent, and the air in her chest was squeezed thin, lacking oxygen. She then protested by pushing Song Yuanhuan and let out a pouty, seemingly angry whimper.
"I still have to rush back to the military base to report, so be good. I'll come back immediately after handing over my duties," he said, his gaze burning with reluctance, as if a fire might ignite Xu Xiuxiu.
He really didn't want to let go of this woman. He didn't know if it was some kind of madness that had taken over him, making him rush to see her as soon as he returned to city Z after his mission, like a greenhorn, impulsively and crazily for her.
"I'll also return to the base tomorrow," Xu Xiuxiu replied softly after a moment of silence.
With Song Yuanhuan back, Zhao Nan's father, Zhao Jian Country, should also be returning, which meant she could temporarily step down from her role as the guardian. The prerequisite was to safely send the child back to the military base.
