The army marched through the night, rushing to depart. Fengyu stood atop the city wall to bid them farewell. The moon hung high in the dark sky, its light cool and water-like. Fengyu watched the mighty Ningzhou Iron Cavalry surge like a tide toward the far horizon, barely able to make out Xie Xun's figure anymore. She recalled her childhood, sitting beneath the tree near her Ningzhou family home, watching her father and mother leave in the distance.
Back then, she was young and felt a mix of resentment and longing, always questioning why they left home so frequently. Now her mindset was entirely different. She understood that Xie Xun's battle was for the stability of Beining, and that this war, with countless watching, could not afford defeat. She hoped for Xie Xun's triumphant return and resolved to wait for him at the city wall until his homecoming.
