The woman opened the curtain and stepped inside. Because of the heavy clouds, the light in the tent was dim. Only an oil lamp in front of the sand table was bright, providing a dim light to the gloomy military tent. She stood still, then raised her right hand and took off the curtain on her head. In an instant, lightning flashed across, and the tent was suddenly as bright as day. He raised his head and happened to see her jade-like moon face, her eyes that were shining with hope and as beautiful as autumn water, looking at her affectionately and shyly. A faint blush appeared on the snowy cheeks on both sides, which was more like peaches and plums than the sunset. After the lightning, the oil lamp in the tent returned to loneliness. And her face disappeared into the gloom again. The man who sat firmly on the sand table frowned slightly, and the look in his eyes suddenly turned cold. "Come here." His low and commanding command came to her ears. She moved her lotus steps lightly, and the aqua blue clothes underneath her body floated slightly, like the beautiful lotus leaves in the lotus pond in July. Looking beside him, she said calmly: "My lord, why are you so anxious to call me here?" He did not answer, but silently took her hand and asked in a deep voice: "Mu Haisheng, how long has it been since we last met?" Mu Haisheng lowered his eyes and replied without hesitation: "Three months and seven days."
