"Wenyu, you are..." The Ye Wenyu who had seen blood on the battlefield was certainly different from the silent Ye Wenyu at home years ago.
Even though the resemblance in his face was clear, confirming his identity, Old Man Ye still didn't dare to recognize him easily when it came to speaking.
As for Ye Wenyu, he had a lot on his mind at this moment.
When he left home, what he thought about most was making a name for himself, achieving something for his parents to see. It wasn't just the bookish Wenxuan who would have a future. Even if he was older, he wasn't afraid of hardship or fatigue; he would still make something of himself.
However, after witnessing the bloodshed on the battlefield, at first, he regretted his impulsive decision to join the army. But by then, there was no turning back, so he could only keep pressing forward.
