บท 387: Ancient Military Service

Recollections of past moments flooded Qin Silong's mind, like the time Chen Shanshan had playfully stuffed a meat bun into his mouth or when she had wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

Once again, Qin Silong gave himself a resounding slap on the back of his head.

What a fool he had been!

He hadn't rejected her actions back then; in fact, he had welcomed them. His acquiescence had been a silent agreement, an unspoken affirmation of her actions.

He hadn't just refrained from rejecting or disliking her; he had genuinely appreciated her personality.

That should be enough.

To hesitate when offered the opportunity to marry such a woman was not in line with the demeanor of a seasoned military expert who had lived through two lifetimes.

With newfound clarity, Qin Silong composed a fourth letter.