Throughout the journey, Zhan Lan smelled the fresh scent of watermelon, chunks of red flesh with black seeds arrayed neatly on the long table.
The soldier cutting the watermelon wanted to salute Zhan Lan, but she waved him off and beckoned, "Everyone come and eat!"
She took a piece of the cut watermelon and squatted down amongst them, taking a bite.
The sweet taste filled her mouth, and a smile curled at the corner of her lips.
These past two years, aside from her family and Chu Yin, Mu Yan was the person who cared for her most, always appearing before her whether it was spring, summer, autumn, or winter, no matter what she thought of.
The soldiers, having their fill of the refreshing watermelon, were pleased as punch. An old soldier with wrinkled brows expressed his concern, "Main General, is your wound feeling any better?"
Zhan Lan chuckled as she flung the watermelon rinds into the wooden bin, her smile radiant, "It's nothing at all!"
The soldiers laughed along with her.