"Now that I'm back, you won't be lonely anymore." Ye Shikai stroked He Linghan's cheek. A few months wasn't really long, but his position was different. As commander, he had to lead the Chu Army in battle, sleeping every night "on the edge of a blade." In truth, it wasn't just him—every soldier had left home and come all the way to Nanyang. For them, war was a giant "meat grinder." If what their superior Generals cared about was whether they could win, what they worried about was whether they could survive the battle.
To be able to live on was already a gift from heaven, because as long as they survived, they had the hope of seeing their families again.
By comparison, as commander, Ye Shikai was already considered fortunate. He had several thousand guards at his side, and he himself was a cultivator. As long as it wasn't a rout, he could make it out alive—at the very least… live to come back and see He Linghan.
