1911. Who has upset you again?
Women like this would be eliminated right after joining the military.
Yet peculiarly, the very woman he couldn't let go of was this little woman who cried when sad and laughed when happy.
Mu Anran held back her tears, her large eyes misty with tears, looking utterly pitiful.
Finally, the tears stopped, but her bright eyes were full of mist, looking pitifully at Yu Lingqian, biting her lip tightly.
Yu Lingqian, seeing the little woman seemingly forced to hold back tears by himself, sighed softly and said, "If you want to cry, just cry. Once you're done, explain to me why you're crying? Who has upset you again?"
Mu Anran didn't cry this time. Seeing Yu Lingqian being so indulging towards her, she looked at him and reached out to pull Yu Lingqian's big hand, writing in his palm: "Someone just sent a bag over."
Yu Lingqian guessed what Mu Anran had written, his gaze fell on the bed, and sure enough, he saw a bag.
