A dry towel is soaked in water and makes a sound.

A coldness flashed in Lu Jingmo's eyes, and his right hand struck back.

"I haven't seen you for three years, and you want to choke my neck again?"

Feng Yinmei's voice sounded, and the big palm that was still with murderous aura just now instantly unloaded her strength, and she turned her head and looked at the person behind her.

The delicate man was as delicate as a flower, with a red nose and red cheeks, and a few small drops of water hanging from the top of his hair, holding a wet towel as if he wanted to wipe her back.

The two of them just looked at each other motionlessly.

It seemed like a long time had passed, and it seemed like only a second had passed.

The tent cloth at the door was blown open by the cold wind, and snowflakes rolled in.

Lu Jingmo then remembered that it had snowed here in the past two days.

Didn't the man who appeared in her tent come in the wind and snow?

She raised her hand and touched his cheek, which was unsurprisingly cold.

Reaching out to cover him, he nodded the tip of his frozen red nose:

"How long have you been on the road?"

The south is not close to here.

"It didn't take long, because the road was difficult to walk in winter, and it took nearly two months."

Feng Yinmei felt the warmth of her palm for a while, and began to scrub her with a towel.

Several times, fingertips swiped over her new scars, intentionally or unintentionally.

The scrubbing action slowly stopped, and a drop of water fell into the water and smashed into Lu Jingmo's heart.

"Amo, you promised me that you wouldn't let yourself get hurt."

Feng Yinmei remembered her words in the letter to report peace, and tears kept falling.

It's all a lie to say that you didn't get hurt and that the food in the army was good.

"Liar!"

He threw the damp cloth into the water and wept:

"After three years of letters, I thought you liked me enough, but I didn't expect you to even tell me if you were injured."

He asked her if she was injured in every letter, and You'er came all the way to look for her once at the beginning of the year, but she hid it.

There are seven scars on the back.

There are three new ones, and the time should not exceed one year.

Lu Jingmo turned sideways to wipe his tears, the first time she saw him cry, and the first time she saw him complaining to her unreasonably like an ordinary man.

The relationship between the two three years ago can be said to have just emerged, but now, there is nothing to talk about.

We communicate once a month, and we have already become very familiar with each other.

"Don't cry."

She said:

"Where is there a little wound in the march and battle, these injuries have long been healed, it is not painful or itchy, and it is not worth your crying."

Feng Yinmei took her hand away and stood there silent.

Lu Jingmo reached out to pull him, but he dodged him, pulled again, and hid again, and waited until the third time before he was honestly led by her.

She gently kneaded his fingers:

"Didn't I say in the letter that I would go to see you and You'er next month after Nanli? Why did you suddenly come here looking for me? ”

Feng Yinmei's gaze couldn't help but fall on her back again, and said in a muffled voice:

"Ran'er and Qingmiao's poor people have started to sell the things in the house, I guessed that you were short of money here, so even if you discussed with You'er, you set off from Nanli with money and food."

"The convoy of grain trucks on snowy roads will arrive at noon tomorrow, I am in a hurry to see you, I took the jade pendant you gave me before, and arrived tonight on a fast horse."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Jingmo pulled him closer and kissed him the back of his hand:

"Mei'er, I'm glad you're here."

She blinked:

"I just don't have any money or food here, and I've been hungry all day."