"Hmm." Xie Ruotong responded.
Very estranged, very distant.
Song Yanqing had already shifted his gaze elsewhere.
"Song Yanqing." Xie Ruotong suddenly called his name.
Song Yanqing's heartbeat accelerated.
On the surface, however, it was calm as water.
He didn't know how long it had been since Xie Ruotong had called his name.
Hadn't looked him straight in the eye.
"This time the war is serious. You've never experienced war before, and you're not in good health, so be extra careful." Xie Ruotong said.
Song Yanqing's hands behind his back clenched into fists.
He nodded, "Alright, I'll be careful."
His tone, however, remained flat.
The two of them now seemed more like comrades-in-arms, setting off for battle, offering encouragement and advice.
Only by truly letting go, letting go of hatred, letting go of this person, could Xie Ruotong do as she did.
Was it Lin Qianyu who made Xie Ruotong let go of the past?
It was, wasn't it.
Song Yanqing looked away.
