Jiang Yan brought Wang Miaomiao back to the military base, where the canteen was bustling with voices and laughter.
Today is New Year's Eve, the military kitchen had made dumplings and prepared many dishes for the soldiers celebrating away from home.
As the two walked in, the canteen was uproarious, "Camp Commander Zhang, one more! Camp Commander Zhang, one more!"
The raucous noise from more than a thousand people was like thunder, scaring Wang Miaomiao so much that she didn't dare to go in.
Jiang Yan saw this and slightly frowned, grabbed the young lady's hand, and turned to leave.
"Uh... where are you taking me? Aren't we going in?" Wang Miaomiao looked at the big hand gripping her wrist, feeling a burning sensation. Was he being too casual, how he now grabbed her hand at every turn...
