After everyone rushed out, only Xia Chuyi remained in the room.
Huo Shiqian entered, finally seeing his bride.
Xia Chuyi looked at Huo Shiqian, dressed in a crisp military uniform, exuding a calm yet spirited aura.
"I didn't know you could recite love poems," Xia Chuyi laughed and said.
But Huo Shiqian raised an eyebrow and said, "Love poems?"
"That's a poem about war comrades, not a love poem," Huo Shiqian said, with a serious and calm expression.
Xia Chuyi: ...
Not a love poem?
He really has the nerve to say that.
"Not a love song? About war comrades?" Xia Chuyi pouted.
"Yes, it's indeed about war, about comrades," Huo Shiqian calmly replied, pulling her up and into his embrace.
Then, Huo Shiqian reached out, intertwining fingers with Xia Chuyi, and said, "So, from today on, you are my comrade in the same trench."
"As I pledge, through life and death, hand in hand, growing old together." Huo Shiqian slowly uttered each word.
