The lingering glow of the setting sun spilled across the parade ground of the Qingyang Military Region, stretching the shadows of the two figures long and slender. Gu Tingchuan closed the car door, the phantom sensation of the steering wheel's leather still lingering on his fingertips. He turned his head to look at Shen Niantang beside him, noticing her brows remained tightly locked, her gaze fixed on the distance as if piercing through layers of brick-and-tile houses to see something beyond his reach.
"Niantang."
He called out softly, his voice low and gentle, as if he feared disturbing her train of thought.
Chapter 126