Du Yunluo lightly bit her lower lip and held Mu Lianxiao's fingers.
Her eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness, allowing her to see Mu Lianxiao's appearance, albeit not very clearly.
His gaze was intense, just like the warmth at his fingertips.
Du Yunluo took a deep breath.
With only ten days remaining before the raid, and half a month to return, the upcoming month might be the most important in her life.
Whether they could walk hand in hand into old age depended entirely on this month.
Du Yunluo wasn't sure if the second household had laid any traps, nor whether they would succeed, but war itself was cruel, with casualties and unexpected events.
Just as Du Yun Ying and Du Yunnuo had once said, marrying a soldier was a grand gamble.
In her previous life, she lost the bet, defeated by the second household's machinations, yet in this life, she chose to gamble again, risking everything she had.
