Shi Feiyang advanced while silently strategizing in his heart, his thoughts working like a precise machine, running rapidly.
He carefully observed the surrounding terrain, calculated the marching route, thinking about how to maximize his side's advantages in this surprise attack, delivering a fatal blow to the enemy.
Amid this tense strategic planning, his deep affection for Lin Wanqing was like the gentle breeze by the Taihe River, softly brushing by, bringing a slight warmth and tenderness.
He was well aware of the danger of this mission, which is why he resolutely did not bring Lin Wanqing. He wanted to leave the hope of survival to his beloved woman, no matter how many dangers he faced, he would never retreat.
In the tent, Lin Wanqing slowly awakened, she instinctively reached out to touch Shi Feiyang beside her, only to find the space beside her cold and empty.
