C13 (2/2)

Seeing that, Su Zhi hurriedly went forward to catch the child and comfort her in her arms. Only then did Little Dou Wu stop crying. She leaned on Su Zhi's shoulder, pouting as she looked at him with a wronged expression.

Xiao Qian stood there at a loss of what to do. He looked dazedly at the little girl who had just called him daddy. In the blink of an eye, the little girl turned hostile as she was at a loss for words.

”General, please don't blame me. I must have missed her father so much that I recognized you wrongly.”

A Jin was also quite frightened. She carefully went up and pulled the Soybean Pancake back, coaxing her to continue eating the pastries.

Xiao Qian looked at the two children for a while before taking off his hat. His hair, which was as black as ink, flowed down his shoulders.

Without any concealment, the sharpness he exuded lessened. Although he was by no means amiable, the sense of oppression he exuded was much less.

He stood sideways in front of Su Zhi and seemed to be laughing.

Su Zhi was once again astonished. She sighed at the fact that the general who controlled hundreds of thousands of soldiers was so young.

He was very handsome, with straight eyebrows, long hair, a straight nose, and a beautiful face. He did not look like a boorish man, especially with his bright and clear eyes.

Su Zhi estimated that this general was only 22 or 23 years old. If not for the fact that his hands were full of scars, she might have even suspected that this handsome man was actually part of the army.

It was probably because Su Zhi had acted too boldly, that Xiao Qian's eyes intersected with hers.

Being stared at by such bright and thoughtful eyes, Su Zhi's face turned red as she quickly tried to change the topic, ”General, I wonder if this humble woman can see my husband for a bit.”

He nodded for her to come out with him.

Su Zhi understood and left the two children alone in the tent.

After walking for a long time, the tall man finally stopped and turned back to look at her. However, the expression in his eyes was too complicated. It was filled with pity and a trace of guilt.

”General?”

Seeing him like this, for some reason, a bad premonition rose in Su Zhi's heart.

He paused for a moment, then said with a sluggish tone, ”Your husband, Nie Rufeng, died in the Flat Peak Wilderness last month. Thousands of arrows pierced his heart, and he was unable to return them.”

Tens of thousands of arrows piercing his heart … He couldn't return it!