Luke sighed softly about what would happen to the Chinese female soldiers next. Xia Jinyuan, who was standing beside him, looked at the Chinese female soldiers openly.
His gaze wasn't as excited as before. It became deep and calm, as if he was sizing up strangers. No one would notice anything amiss.
An ordinary look became Xia Jinyuan's greatest joy. He was so happy that he could look at his lover again. He also hoped that his lover would notice that he was looking at her and be able to respond.
The first time they looked at each other, he was already anticipating it. Whether or not he could say a word at a close distance became his greatest hope.
Perhaps she heard Xia Jinyuan's prayer, or perhaps they had been in love for too long and their hearts were connected. When Xia Jinyuan's gaze landed on her, Ye Jian raised her pupils slightly and looked at the short figure walking toward them. As if unintentionally, her gaze landed on his face.