The young man's long, straight legs landed in military boots. It was a simple movement, yet the black combat uniform he wore only served to outline his physique—clean, sharp lines that spoke of immense strength and explosive power.
One look was enough to tell this was the fierce formidability of someone tempered by countless life-or-death battles and the crucible of war.
Once upon a time, her own body had possessed that same kind of powerful beauty.
But now… in the words of Miss Qi beside her, the current Gu Xi was, at a glance, the very definition of delicate, soft, and easy to push over.
Gu Xi suddenly felt a pang of envy.
Beside her, however, Qi Xiang looked at her as if she wanted to say something but was holding back.
Gu Xi: "?"
"There are some things… I'm not sure if I should say them…" Qi Xiang hesitated, her brow furrowed slightly.
"?" Gu Xi was a little surprised. In her experience, this young lady was always blunt and outspoken; it was rare to see her like this.
