After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Yuansui heard a very soft sigh, like the sound of raindrops piercing the air from a distant sky.
Was it himself, or—?
He remained silent for a while, but did not delve deeper into the matter. He merely glanced at the cold and quiet tent. In the wind and rain, the tent was damp and sagging, like a madman who had lost all strength and vitality under the beat of rain and wind.
Xiao Yuansui turned around and left without a word.
An autumn rain brings a chill; the surrounding temperature and the heat in the heart gradually dropped day by day with the continuous drizzle. However, a bit of uneasy anxiety slowly rose in the hearts of some people in the military camp.
These were the troops of the Shi Family.
