Wen Xinya stretched slowly, tidied up the documents spread all over the table, and went downstairs.
Si Yiyan wasn't at home. Instead, there was an unexpected visitor.
Xu Zhenyu!
He stood by the French windows in the living room, clad neatly in green military uniform which made him look upright, slender and radiate an unshakable aura. The bright sunlight from outside shone upon him as the majesty, eminence, and magnificence unique to a military officer made Wen Xinya feel uncontrollably respectful towards him.
She rarely saw this side of Xu Zhenyu.
On the northwestern battlefield, he was the courageous "Military King" of their time, his legend was still being passed down in the military camps in the northwest.
The army led by him was the sharpest knife, known as the "Wolves of the Battlefield".
In the Capital city's army, he was the youngest colonel, a commander well-versed in military tactics with the makings of a general.
