Song Xuan's hand, raised in mid-air, stiffened for a moment. Her fingers curled slightly before she awkwardly withdrew her hand. "I noticed your lips are chapped, it seems you bumped it badly. I have some medicine in my bag, let me find it for you."
Song Xuan lowered her head and opened her bag, rummaging inside.
Li Zhiqian looked at her profile, recalling the hurt look in her eyes just now. He pressed his lips together, "No need, I'm a man, with tough skin. It'll be fine in a day or two."
Song Xuan's voice was low and gentle, "Men are made of flesh too, let me find it."
Li Zhiqian shifted his gaze and looked at the stage. The awarding ceremony had already begun. Head Chief Li stood on the stage, reading out names—names of soldiers who had recently earned military honors.
Every time a name was read, thunderous applause erupted from the audience, offering the highest tribute to those who fought bravely to protect the nation, ensuring the people's happiness and peace.
