Meng Zhuqing gave a bitter smile: "Yes, I wouldn't agree. Being a soldier is tough, and going to war means heading to the battlefield. It's so dangerous, how could I agree?"
Tobanya remained silent, but she tightly hugged his waist and buried her face in his chest.
With one arm around her and the other gently stroking her long hair, Meng Zhuqing didn't speak again for a long while. Then he finally said, "Don't do this again in the future."
"Mhm."
...
That night, An Jing specially arranged for Meng Zhuqing and Tobanya to have dinner with them.
At the dining table, seeing Meng Zhuqing frequently picking food for Tobanya and whispering to her, Tobanya responded and even occasionally picked some food for Meng Zhuqing in return. Their interaction was obviously no different from before, and then An Jing knew that nothing was wrong between Meng Zhuqing and Tobanya anymore, so she was relieved.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
