When they were too young to understand things, he practiced martial arts and shooting, and she watched with her chin in hand, sometimes envious, of course.
At that time, Lu Ziyuan had not yet taken command of the troops. They had a good relationship, and Xie Wanqing had once pleaded with him to teach her martial arts.
But one couldn't endure hardship, and the other couldn't bring himself to be harsh, so in the end, nothing came of it.
Unexpectedly, the habit he trained her for reaction time back then was remembered subconsciously by her body.
See, he casually tossed something over, without even a word of warning.
She caught it with her hands.
If it were before, Xie Wanqing would still praise herself highly, swift and nimble, a good candidate for martial arts, but now...
The young lady across the way blushed, embarrassed to that extent, and Lu Ziyuan's eyes showed a hint of amusement. He laughed lightly, and said, "Wanwan, do you really think you can forget me?"
