On the train, Xunmi had already calmed down. The gun in her hand glowed with a cold silver light.
The warm sunlight shrouded them, making them feel a little cold.
Those damned things dared to injure him. It was unforgivable.
It seemed that she had to start planning the circuit ahead of time. It was so annoying that she couldn't keep track of her husband's news.
She had sent the baby to look after Qi Kun. Qi Kun was weaker and more likely to get into trouble.
She still hadn't found out who the mastermind was.
Logically speaking, this shouldn't have happened. However, the clues had been cut off when they reached the Chamber of Commerce.
She didn't think that the Chamber of Commerce was the only one behind this. There must be someone else behind them. The peach blossom festival was an opportunity.
It was still early. She wanted to sleep for a while.
"Liang Hui, Min Qiyang, do you know what you've done? It's so dangerous here. How could you spread the news?"
Feng Yilin's face was covered in dust. His dark peach blossom eyes were like a venomous snake staring at its prey, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
The two people in front of him were his prey. They were so scared that they squatted in place, not daring to move.
When they sent the telegram, Min Qiyang was a little hesitant. However, Liang Hui said that the marshal was really injured. They were just exaggerating the situation.
If Miss Qi really loved him, she would be worried and wouldn't be in the mood to deal with those flies.
However, they didn't expect that she would step onto the train without a care for anything else.
She really loved him. This was the only conclusion they had reached. However, it wasn't the right time to do so.
"I'm sorry. I'll take my punishment after I get her back."
Min Qiyang saluted Feng Yilin and wanted to go around him to the station.
According to the time, the madam would arrive at about night. This time, he would say the words he should have said long ago: I'm sorry.
Feng Yilin stopped the person who was about to leave and looked into the distance. "I'll go." He didn't say anything else and turned to leave.
Liang Hui was the first to react. He cried out in alarm, "Marshal, you can't go. That place has been occupied by Sato's people."
When they were attacked last night, the central station had become the Japanese's territory.
"Xunmi will definitely come over on her own. She's so smart, and Sato's people don't know her. She'll be fine."
"If you go, you'll definitely ruin it." Liang Hui saw that the person in front of him was walking faster and faster. It was obvious that he had made up his mind.
"Feng Yilin, stop. You are the Feng family's Feng Yilin, the marshal of the Peach Blossom Province. Don't forget your identity."
The footsteps of the person who was walking quickly came to a halt. His straight back completely collapsed at this moment.
"Ah!" He roared in pain and threw the hat in his hand to the ground. Then, he knelt down.
He was Feng Yilin, but he was also Feng Yilin who liked her very much.
How could he watch her fall into danger? How could he? Why? Why was he so useless?
Slap! He slapped himself. It was all his fault. It was all his fault.
Liang Hui and Min Qiyang were both frightened. They quickly ran to Feng Yilin's side. Looking at his appearance, they couldn't say the words that were on the tip of their tongues.
The soldiers who were training around them all stopped in their tracks. They looked at the person kneeling in the middle with worry in their eyes.
That was the marshal who was as firm as steel in their hearts. He was the strongest person in their hearts, a great hero.
But at this moment, he looked so dispirited. What happened?
They wanted to comfort him, but they didn't know what to say. They could only surround him one by one, as if they could give the helpless man in front of them some strength to support him.
Liang Hui lowered his head and clenched his fists. His face was filled with determination.
"I will definitely bring her back safely. If she can't come back, help us collect the bodies." He walked away quickly and pushed the people around him away.
Min Qiyang wanted to follow him, but the marshal's current state was not right. He couldn't leave so easily.
Just as he was about to go up and help him up, he saw Liang Hui come back. He frowned.
"Didn't you go to pick up Madam? Why …" Why did he come back alone?
His eyes widened when he saw the person walking slowly towards him. The rest of his words were stuck in his throat.
Liang Hui rubbed his nose. He had only taken a few steps when he saw a person with an indifferent aura appear.
Xunmi didn't care about the two of them. Her gaze fell on the man in the middle, who was emitting a painful and sorrowful aura.
Her heart ached, and the anger in her chest burned fiercely behind her back. Which bastard did this to her husband? She was going to tear him into pieces.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She walked up to her husband and squatted down.
"Feng Yilin, you …"
As soon as she spoke, she was pulled into his arms. He was so strong that she felt pain, but she didn't complain at all.
She gently stroked her husband's head, again and again, hoping to calm him down.
She could feel that her husband's aura was very messy. It was like boiling water, overflowing from the burning fire below.
"Yilin, it's okay. It's okay. No matter what happens, I'm here."
She wanted to ask what was wrong, but she was afraid that she would touch her husband's wound and make him even more nervous.
Feng Yilin thought he was dreaming. He had already fallen into an abyss, and all he could see was darkness. He couldn't see any light.
Just when he felt that his world was about to collapse, he heard a voice that seemed to be carved into his bones. He subconsciously reached out and hugged the source of the voice tightly.
A faint warmth gradually spread to the bottom of his heart. The voice that rang in his ears was the prayer that he yearned for the most.
His mind started to clear, and his ink-stained eyes melted away. The fragility and doubt in his eyes were revealed to Xunmi.
Xunmi's heart ached even more when she saw this. What had her husband been through these past few days? Why did he become like this?
She really … wanted to scold him, but she couldn't bear to see him like this. Sigh.
"Xun 'er, is it really you? Am I dreaming?" Feng Yilin couldn't help but tighten his grip, as if he was afraid that the person in his arms would disappear in the next second.
Xunmi coaxed him patiently. "It's me. You're not dreaming. Let's get up first, okay? The floor is cold."
Feng Yilin shook his head and buried his head in the crook of her neck. His voice was muffled.
"I know I'm dreaming. As soon as I let go of you, you'll disappear."
"That won't happen. I'll always be here." Although Xunmi felt that it was a little strange, she didn't think too much about it. Her husband was the most important.
"Really?" Feng Yilin's tone was doubtful.
Xunmi hurriedly nodded. "Really."
"Then promise me that you won't divorce me. You'll still be my wife, and I'll still be your husband. I'll believe you."
"Okay." Xunmi agreed without even thinking about it. For some reason, she felt that something wasn't right.
After receiving a satisfactory answer, Feng Yilin's lips curled into a triumphant smile. As expected, he still had to rely on himself to pursue his wife.
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