The vehicle was locked from the inside while in motion, but Yan Nanxun, with his great strength, pushed the door open, and the passenger door was thus ruined.
Carrying a military pack, Yan Nanxun stood by the opened door.
The military vehicle came to a halt, and he strode forward.
In the pitch-dark night, an eerie silence surrounded the woman standing under the dormitory building. She was in a wedding dress, but her frame still looked slender and fragile.
Yet, her appearance in the still of the night was like a slowly blossoming night-blooming cereus, cold and haughty, exuding an undying persistence to flourish in the darkness, regardless of whether there was anyone to admire her beauty.
Suddenly a gust of wind swept over Hou Tingfu.
She felt she couldn't hold on any longer. How could she have the strength to continue?
The crown on her head was blown away by the wind, the tulle fluttering in the air like smoke and mist, like the wings of a sprite in the night.
