Lu Liangwei saw the fatigue on his face. There was so much she planned to say to him when he returned, but the sight of him convinced her to save the talk for another day. "I can't sleep if you aren't back yet."
"I'm here to accompany you now." Long Yang smiled and took off his outer robe.
Long Yang had just laid down in bed when Lu Liangwei nuzzled against his arms, sticking close to him.
There was a huge difference in temperature between morning and night at the frontier—it was freezing cold at night.
Even though their tent was the best the army camp could offer, Lu Liangwei still stuck close to him out of habit to keep warm.
Long Yang pecked her on the forehead and hugged her tight in his arms. His thinly calloused fingers gently brushed against her arm. "Hurry up and sleep. We need to begin our journey back to the imperial capital early tomorrow."
