At three o'clock in the morning, the candlelight in the marshal's tent was extinguished. Gu Yueming lay down on the fur-covered bed early to sleep because he needed to keep a clear mind and deal with his unruly subordinates. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw a man wearing a black mask standing next to the bed. He woke up and quickly took action. Unexpectedly, this man actually restrained him, grabbed his hands and twisted his back, and leaned down tightly against his back. Warm breaths came to his ears, "It's me." The familiar magnetic voice was deliberately lowered, and Gu Yueming immediately recognized the person behind him. The person felt his body shake, and his fingers relaxed and let go of him. Gu Yueming turned around and rubbed his wrists, without rushing to make a sound until the person took off his mask. "Why are you here?" Gu Yueming looked at him with a stiff face, but still pretended to talk to him in a relaxed tone. His heartbeat kept beating the moment he saw his face. "..." "How can you leave the capital at will with your identity? If nothing happens, just go back." Although there were no candles lit in the tent, the torches in the camp also allowed him to see the people in front of him clearly. Gu Yueming felt the fiery gaze he shot, but chose to ignore it. "I'm here to see you off." After a moment of silence, a smile spread across his lips and he replied gently, "You know everything, right? You know... My feelings for you." Gu Yueming did not reply to him. As the fog of his past life was lifted, his feelings for Gu Yueming were no longer clear.
Concept: Even if the mountains and rivers are picturesque, they are only a moment of blooming flowers. It turns into a butterfly to look for flowers, and roosts on fragrant grass every night.