He always carried an air of cold aloofness, with an understated presence, decisive in his actions, yet never mentioning his background.
When she left the command post, she specifically asked the accompanying soldiers, hoping to gather some clues.
But those soldiers either shook their heads unknowingly or appeared embarrassed, ultimately no one could provide clear answers.
This attitude of secrecy only made her more curious.
"Mother."
She called out softly.
She didn't seem like a woman who was already married.
More like a young girl spoiled by her family, never having faced hardships, still retaining some innocence and playfulness.
The little rabbit timidly huddled at the mother's leg, tightly clutching her skirt's edge.
With big, black eyes, he sneaked a glance at her, then quickly lowered his head, while his long ears drooped, almost covering his sight.
Yet his tail was twitching.
