Wen Qing sat back down next to Dong Lixing after her performance.
As she moved, the gaze on her seemed to lift her chin higher, a type of admiration she hadn't felt in a while.
Dong Lixing stood up to greet her, his face covered with a smile, "Mr. Wen, you've worked hard."
Wen Qing lightly smiled, "We all came through like this, it's hardly hard work."
Sitting next to her, a soldier said, "Mr. Dong is really lucky."
"Just now, Mr. Wen danced wonderfully."
"You forget, Mr. Wen originally came from the Cultural Troupe. Before, she had come here to perform with the troupe," the Military Wife added.
Wen Qing's lips curled higher as she listened to these voices.
Even the gaze of Dong Lixing watching her softened greatly.
"This is Mrs. Shen, the wife of Camp Commander Shen."
"Wow, no wonder everyone says that Mrs. Shen is the beauty of the courtyard. They were right; she really is beautiful."
