Song Lili leaned in closely, her heart "thumping"...
"Qing Luo."
He wore a mask, which bore a red crossed swords emblem, the symbol of the rebel army.
It really was him...
"Qing Luo, you were classmates at Xilin, right?"
Wen Nian said.
Song Lili nodded, no longer surprised that Wen Nian knew this.
She was very clear in her mind, during those years at Xilin, in Germany's Louis, and even in the Navy Corps, her actions, her comrades, friends, instructors, superiors... he knew them as if they were in the palm of his hand.
In the past, she would have been repulsed, but now... she wasn't.
Perhaps she had gotten used to it, used to his way of caring for her.
There are millions of people in this world, but very few who truly bare their hearts to sincerely treat another person well.
Wen Nian was such a person.
