Lin Tang curled the corners of her mouth, revealing her porcelain-white teeth.
"Uncle Heping, you've been in the Army for many years now, I guess I'm not a little girl anymore."
She verbally addressed him as Uncle Heping, but Xiao Heping was only 38 years old this year.
Because of his seniority, he had become an 'uncle' overnight.
Xiao Heping, witnessing the young girl's complete fearlessness in the face of his intimidating presence, admired her courage privately.
He took out a small porcelain bottle.
Getting straight to the point, he said,
"... This is the wound medicine you made, right?"
Lin Weiguo had sent a letter in advance to alert her, so it was no surprise to Lin Tang when he mentioned it.
"Yes, I made it."
The girl's eyes were clear, and she spoke without her gaze wavering.
She withstood Xiao Heping's probing stare, which felt as substantial as a cliff.
Song Yi looked at Lin Tang in surprise.
A hint of the unexpected showed on his baby face.