Wen Zhihe was mute, or so everyone believed.
She was assigned to serve as an orderly for Commander Lu in the military compound.
Cleaning, cooking, and doing the laundry suited her perfectly. She didn't have to speak.
Commander Lu was thirty-one. He had been injured and had a cold, hard temper. The women soldiers and nurses in the compound lined up hoping to marry him, but he paid them no attention.
Wen Zhihe paid him no attention either.
She simply kept her head down and worked quietly, like a shadow.
Until that snowy night
The heating had broken, and when she went to the east room to bring in some charcoal, a hand grabbed her wrist.
After that, the cold-faced officer seemed to become addicted to her.
By day, he called her “Comrade Xiao Wen” and kept things strictly professional.
At night, he asked her again and again, “Does it hurt?”
She shook her head.
That only made him bolder.
Wen Zhihe wanted to run.
But she discovered... someone in the compound even more frightening than Commander Lu had already taken notice of her.
And Lu Chenzhou had no intention of letting her go.
