"You child, your courage is too great, daring to go to the battlefield alone, risking your life."
After the initial surprise and excitement of the old lady, there was an indescribable fear and apprehension: "Knowing that you went to the border, your grandmother's heart, up and down, never had peace for a single day."
"Grandmother, I'm sorry."
Lin Qingluo's eyes drooped slightly, a wave of guilt surged: "It is my recklessness that I failed to consider the feelings of my family."
"It's good to be back, don't say more, it's cold outside, let's go back to the room."
Duke of Zhen held an umbrella as he walked out of the hall, shielding the snow for the grandmother and granddaughter, his eyes full of affection as he looked at his granddaughter.
"Grandfather."
Lin Qingluo raised her head, looking at the smiling old man, her eyes flickering with emotion, returning a sweet smile.