Chapter 972
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Shen Wanqing was pacing back and forth in front of Yan Fan's door. She paced back and forth but didn't dare to knock on the door.
The sound of armor rubbing against each other overlapped with the sound of footsteps.
The door was suddenly opened. Shen Wanqing stopped and quickly turned around to look at the person behind her.
Yan Fan's face was pale. He pursed his lips and staggered to Shen Wanqing.
He reached out and slowly touched the girl's cheek. His eyes looked at the girl with longing. He said softly, "You can go. I'll wait for you to come back."
Shen Wanqing noticed that Yan Fan was a little different. She held Yan Fan's hand and asked with concern, "What's wrong with your leg?"
Yan Fan shook his head carelessly. "It's nothing …"
He saw that Shen Wanqing still had something to say, so he continued, "Well, you can go now. The soldiers are waiting for you. "
He looked at Shen Wanqing with longing and tenderness and said softly, "I'll wait for my general's triumphant return."
The marching team was long and magnificent. Yan Fan followed them all the way to the city wall. Looking at the gradually disappearing team, he slowly withdrew his gaze. He lowered his head and kissed the ring on his ring finger sincerely and tenderly.
My general, you are invincible.
I will be your most loyal believer. You don't need to look at me. I just want you to come back safely.
He dragged his numb and stiff legs back to the Third Princess' residence.
In the same quiet room, Yan Fan knelt in front of the Buddha statue skillfully. The agate arm beads in his hand spun. The room was filled with sandalwood fragrance, and the clear sound of bathing came out.
If you want to protect all living beings, then I will protect you.
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What was unexpected was that this war actually lasted for an entire year.
In a year, Yan Fan could only communicate with Shen Wanqing through letters. Letters traveled very slowly. Sometimes, it would take one or two months to receive a reply from the frontier.
Today, Yan Fan was carefully reading the letter that Shen Wanqing had sent over. He read every word very carefully. He knew every word, but there was not a single word that could captivate him as much as he did now.
He stroked the letter with his fingertips, his eyes full of tenderness.
I miss her … I miss her so much …
She told him that she was fine and talked about the boring war at the border. She talked about how she missed him …
Yan Fan slowly hugged the letter in his arms and curled up into a ball.
His face was pale, but the expression on his face was extremely gentle.
Come back quickly …
He couldn't hold on much longer.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Yan Fan paused for a moment, then slowly got up. As he neatly placed the letter into the envelope, he said calmly, "What's the matter?"
He came to the table and opened the drawer. There was a stack of letters inside. Looking at those letters, Yan Fan's eyes were filled with tenderness. He carefully and cherished the letter in his hand and put it in the drawer.
"Your Majesty, Her Highness is back." The servant at the door replied.
Yan Fan's action of pushing the drawer suddenly froze. He looked up in disbelief, and then the servant saw the door in front of him being rudely pushed open.
Before the servant could react, the dignified and calm His Majesty rudely grabbed his shoulder. "Where is Her Highness?"
The servant was frightened. He looked like he was scared out of his wits. "At … at the door …"
Yan Fan let go of the servant and quickly turned to leave. At that moment, all the elegance and restraint disappeared.
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