Su Xiaomeng gently patted Shuangshuang's back, telling her a story in a voice that only the mother and daughter could hear.
It was the story of Alibaba and the Forty Thieves.
Shuangshuang listened intently, occasionally whispering admiringly about Alibaba's bravery and cleverness.
Prince Huang leaned against Shan Mingxu, having already fallen asleep from exhaustion.
The little guy's face was dusty, and when he closed his eyes, his long eyelashes rested against his skin.
Shan Mingxu looked at Huang Huang in his arms, then at Shuangshuang in his little aunt's arms. Though siblings, they looked exactly alike.
Charming and beautiful.
Their brows and eyes bore their uncle's handsomeness and their little aunt's spirit.
In the blink of an eye, these siblings were nearly three years old…
And what about him?
It's been three years since he enlisted.
Why did he join the army? Why did he stay in the military?
Shan Mingxu had asked himself this question more than once.
