Qin Muye's head snapped up, his tone proud. "Is there even a need to guess? Of course it was me!"
His eyes sparkled, like a large dog that had won a battle outside and returned home to beg for praise.
"I knew my puppy was the best," Jiang Qingli said, leaning closer.
Qin Muye made a show of nonchalantly humming in agreement, but the tail wagging wildly behind him betrayed his true feelings.
Jiang Qingli lay on her soft pillow, looking at the young man on the other side of the screen. Her eyes curved into a smile. "Then let me hear more news of your victories next time, okay?"
"Earn more merits on the battlefield, so I can be proud of you."
The girl's voice was clear and sweet as she gazed at him with a smile.
The warm yellow light fell on her soft hair and delicate, porcelain-white cheeks, painting the scene in cozy hues.
He recalled many moments just like this one, when she would watch him from only a short distance away, filling his heart with a scorching warmth.
