"Stop joking." Su Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes at him. "What, are you going to ask Li Xiucheng's ghost?"
"That doesn't sound too difficult." Li Yichen rubbed his chin, then said seriously, "But you have to keep this a secret for me. Whatever happens next, you mustn't tell anyone."
Tang Ling'er and Ouyang Xuanxuan exchanged a glance, each seeing intense excitement in the other's eyes. Then they both raised three fingers toward the sky and swore, "I swear I won't tell anyone what I see today."
Something they couldn't talk about—didn't that make it a secret? Women were naturally intensely curious about every secret. Especially Li Yichen's secrets—the more they knew, the better.
Only Su Xiaoxiao hesitated. After all, she belonged to the Military Command. In principle, she was supposed to report everything she saw in full.
After a fierce internal struggle, her eyes finally dimmed. As expected, she simply couldn't do what Tang Ling'er and Ouyang Xuanxuan did.
With a bitter smile, she told Li Yichen and the others, "The people from the Military Command will be here soon. I still need to brief them on what happened here, so I won't be joining you."
Without waiting for their reply, she turned and left, soon disappearing from sight.
Yet the moment she turned away, she vaguely sensed that she was about to lose something forever. In that instant, she felt both helplessness and a bitter ache.
Li Yichen clearly saw her wipe the corner of her eye as she turned.
Watching her retreating figure, he felt as though everything had become dull and tasteless, and he stood there in a slight daze.
"What's wrong with Xiaoxiao?" Ouyang Xuanxuan asked in confusion.
Tang Ling'er gave Li Yichen a thoughtful look and said with a hint of jealousy, "You'll have to ask