Hearing Petra's words, Martina curled the corners of her lips into a disdainful arc and then curled her lip, her eyes flashing with a hint of arrogance. Lifting her chin, she said with a touch of contempt, "My taste is completely different from you two. I like tall, strong, and mighty men, just like the gods of war on the battlefield, full of sheer power. The captain's build—thin arms and skinny legs—is definitely not my type." As soon as the words left her mouth, they were like a pebble tossed into a calm lake, stirring up a small ripple in the room.
Hearing this, Anna and Petra were stunned for a moment, and then simultaneously rolled their eyes at her in unison. Frowning in mild displeasure, Anna said, "Martina, how can you talk about the captain like that? The captain's ability and charm aren't just reflected in his physical build. He has led us through so many difficult missions, something just any 'tall and mighty' person could never pull off." Petra nodded in agreement beside her, a look of reproach in her eyes as if blaming Martina for her disrespect toward the captain.
After this little commotion, Petra's attention was completely diverted. The overwhelming sorrow that had been surging like a tide was swept away as if by a strong gust of wind, and she had completely recovered from it. There were no longer any tear tracks on her face, replaced instead by a relaxed expression, as if her previous heartbreak had merely been a brief nightmare.
Chapter 69