Zheng Yuan looked at the crowd dispersing around her and became even more angry.
"As if I'm the god of plague. Everyone is avoiding me!" Zheng Yuan muttered softly.
She quickly walked back to her tent and looked at the food in the mess tin. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She decided to just throw the food away and not eat it. She would rather starve to death than eat what that woman made.
"It's all that woman's fault. If not for her, why would Xia Zhe have a change of heart!" Zheng Yuan clenched her fists and looked outside with hatred.
All this while, as Xia Zhe was the battalion commander and she was the deputy battalion commander, they often interacted with each other at work. Everyone used to joked in private that they were a match made in heaven and that they might as well report that they were going to get married.
