The military jeep arrived as swiftly as it departed, leaving a crowd of people staring at each other in bewilderment.
Then, one by one, every pair of eyes turned to Yang Hu. So, this young man was a Military General—and an Eighth Rank Military General at that.
"I'm sorry! I... I never meant to hide it from you." Yang Hu turned to face Shi Qinghan, who was staring at him in astonishment. "I thought that was all in my past, that it would never come back. That's why I..."
"I knew you weren't an ordinary person." Shi Qinghan smiled, her dark eyes filled with a bitter sorrow. "I'm not worthy of you."
She was just a girl from a rural village. Most likely, her future held a marriage to someone from a neighboring town and a life identical to her parents'. How could she ever hope to reach the heights of a distinguished Eighth Rank Military General? But... tears streamed from the corners of her eyes.
