Jiang Qingli's eyes lit up when she saw the young man who had suddenly appeared.
"Brother!"
She cried out in delight.
Jiang Youchen seemed to have just noticed their presence and glanced over.
The young man's military uniform was crisp and straight. His face was still a sickly pale, the tips of his ears an unusual shade of pink. His sharp eyes were slightly furrowed, only relaxing a little when his gaze met hers, revealing a gentleness like snow melting into spring.
It was the same expression Jiang Qingli had always known.
Jiang Qingli felt the tightness in her chest ease a little and gave him a wide smile.
However, she had only taken a couple of steps when she felt the hand holding hers tighten.
Jiang Qingli turned her head, giving Baili Jing a questioning look. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Baili Jing said with a smile, loosening his tight grip and wrapping his arm around her waist instead.
