Fan Qingyun is an impeccable gentleman. He would gladly die on the battlefield for his family and country. He is gentle and courteous, refined and well-mannered, yet once on the battlefield, he sweeps across it with unrestrained swagger.
When Yin Jili first met him, he thought it was amusing that the cold-faced general wore black every day. But the better he got to know him, the more he realized that he was actually a gentle person, careful and meticulous in every detail, never making the slightest mistake. He treats his subordinates like a big brother, patient and tolerant, never losing his temper or raising his voice at anyone.
And yet, in front of him, no matter when or where, Yin Jili seems to have no personality at all, timid and deferential, shrinking back and smiling nervously.
Yin Jili thought as the person beside him lowered their face and spoke softly.
Zi Sai, do you like me?
Hm?
I like you.
I know.
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