The setting sun's lingering glow fell upon his face, reluctant to leave, and who would bear to shift their gaze away upon seeing him?
Zheng Huihui pretended to stroke her braids, but actually brushed away the warmth on her face and said with a pursed smile, "I heard that the army commander's revolutionary companion lives here, so I wanted to pay a visit."
"You're looking for my aunt?" Guan Yu was puzzled.
In the military family quarters, it was normal for the relatives of subordinate officers to eagerly visit; and back in the rural hometown, it was common for the locals to come and go. But for an educated youth from the Capital to make a visit out of admiration was quite unexpected.
Xibao heard from inside the courtyard and called out loudly, "Mom, someone is here to see you!"
"Who's looking for me?" Feng Qingxue had just finished cooking and was washing the pot, holding a broom made of sorghum in her hand.