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At three o'clock in the morning, the light in Jiang Run's tent was still on.

A cool breeze blew, Ji Xun looked at her position, and the wheelchair went in another direction.

The lights were on at the southern base. The senior non-commissioned officers brought by Rong Qingyue were all in a meeting, discussing tactics enthusiastically. Some of them were so emotional that they cursed the three generations of Ji Wenshi in the house.

"Rong Qingyue, come out."

A clear male voice suddenly appeared outside the tent, interrupting the people inside. Those who knew Ji Xun recognized it as his voice and winked at the sergeant who had just cursed.

The man who was so arrogant just now touched his nose awkwardly and looked at Rong Qingyue. He thought that when he scolded Ji Wenshi for three generations, he didn't think that Ji Xun was his grandson.

"You guys continue." Rong Qingyue stood up, opened the tent and went out. The temperature outside was very low, and a layer of white frost soon formed on his shoes and boots.

"Is there something?" He glanced at Ji Xun lightly.

"Jiang Run hasn't slept yet."

Hearing this, Rong Qingyue paused slightly and extended his gaze towards the direction of Jiang Run's tent.

"She's not in a good state." Ji Xun's tone was firm. He had already noticed Jiang Run's abnormality.

She was concerned about getting a good night's sleep and always went to bed early, but today she was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes, but she was still holding on.

Rong Qingyue stood with his back against a pine tree. The surroundings were quiet. His bony hands were playing with a worn-out lighter. He hummed softly when he heard the words.

Ji Xun's eyes were dark, shining like a sharp knife in the dark night. "As an ally, I need to know what happened."

The two men's eyes met in mid-air, one indifferent and calm, the other not giving in at all.

Rong Qingyue avoided his scorching gaze. The strands of hair on his forehead cast a shadow under his eyes, inexplicably adding a sense of decadence to him.

"If I don't come back this time, please take care of Jiang Run and the Southern Base."

His voice was so low that it disappeared in the wind.

When Ji Xun heard his words clearly, he froze in place, his fingertips went numb, and his heart felt like it was hit by something, not painful or itchy, but far more unbearable than pain.

The man's cheeks were pale and he was speechless for a moment when he looked at Rong Qingyue.

"It's cold outside. I'll take you home first."

Rong Qingyue pushed Ji Xun's wheelchair forward without saying a word, his military boots stepping on the snow, leaving a series of deep footprints.

“No, you can’t just tell me half of it.” As if he had finally been pulled out of a cold pond, Ji Xun found his voice again, “Please tell me the whole story.”

"Rong Qingyue, do you think I will help you just by asking you something?"

"Without your southern base, it will soon be divided up." There was mockery in his cold voice.

Rong Qingyue stopped moving. His facial features were stern, as if he was keeping people at a distance. There was an unfathomable darkness in his deep eyes. "No, Rong Zhengqiang is still in the southern base."

He continued, "I admit that I had a problem with you before. Although you always had bad intentions towards Jiaojiao, I cannot deny that you are a good person."

"I only asked you to take care of her, but I didn't say I would give Jiaojiao to you."

"You can say it's because of me when I'm here, but if I'm not here, you can't find an excuse, right?"

Rong Qingyue sneered and left Ji Xun alone. He was pushing his love rival's wheelchair late at night and saying some sour words that only a person with a broken brain could say. He was really crazy.

The footsteps were getting farther and farther away. Ji Xun's face turned cold, and his fingertips turned white due to the force.

If Rong Qingyue wants to die, then let him die. If he is sick, then let him get treatment. Why is he in such a hurry? !

……

Passing by Jiang Run's tent, the turmeric-yellow light was still on, and Rong Qingyue paused slightly.

"Jiaojiao, are you still awake?"

He stood outside the tent and subconsciously took out his lighter.

There was a rustling sound inside, followed by a lazy female voice, "Come in."

The air in the room was slightly damp, and when I inhaled it into my nose, I could smell the rich fruity aroma that was unique to Jiangrun.

What came into view was a huge bathtub. Part of her white neck was exposed, her little face was red from the heat, and below her collarbone were undulating ravines and mountains.

She wrapped herself in clothes and threw herself into his arms.

He stretched out his rough, calloused palm and touched a large area of ​​soft and smooth skin. "I'm cold, don't touch me."

Jiang Run buried his face in his chest and said in a muffled voice, "It's not cold."

The subtle fragrance lingered in his scent, and his eyes flickered, suppressing his surging blood.

"You're still up so late, secretly studying hard, Miss."

The tent was littered with crystal cores, as well as some fragments that she had not absorbed yet.

Jiang Run hugged him tighter, "I failed to advance."

"Hmm? Ninth level?"

"Ah."

There is a gap between the eighth and ninth levels. She struggled for most of the night and absorbed so many crystal cores, but she still couldn't break through that shackles.

The scene of Rong Qingyue's death in front of her in the prophecy was still vivid in her mind. She couldn't relax. The more impatient she was, the worse things would get.

"injured?"

Rong Qingyue noticed a red spot on her palm. He grabbed her hand and spread it out. The ten nail-shaped scars looked particularly hideous on the skin as soft as white porcelain.

"come over."

She was made to sit down on the soft, low bed. He bent over and used the medicine bag he carried with him to disinfect and apply anti-inflammatory medicine to her.

He pursed his lips into a thin line, his temperament was cold, and his gentle movements were gentle and careful, which was inconsistent with his appearance.

Jiang Run looked at him sideways as he bent down and gently blew on her wound. Her heart trembled slightly with his movements.

"Rong Qingyue."

She called him.

He looked up.

The hot lips offer you, burning your whole body.

My heart felt like it was hooked by a cat's claws, it was so soft and I just wanted to indulge in his love.

Their breaths were intertwined and they were reluctant to part.

"I don't want you to die. I don't want to lose you."

His voice was hoarse and suppressed, "I know, it won't happen, believe me."

Jiang Run started talking to himself, "Do you know what I've been thinking about these past two days?"

"I'm wondering how we'd have to break up so drastically that you'd hate me. I'm wondering if you saw me in bed with another man, then you'd hate me."

"Then, you leave me, and on the day of the battle, you won't be ambushed in order to save me."

“I even wanted Ji Xun to perform a play with me.”

He listened carefully, but the subtle fluctuations in his dark eyes revealed his inner unrest.

"You can look for anyone, just don't look for Ji Xun." Rong Qingyue gritted his teeth.

He knew that if he had not shown up earlier, Jiang Run would most likely be with Ji Xun.

Reason told him that Ji Xun would treat Jiang Run very well.

But he just couldn't accept it.

He can't be generous.