An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 123 Pink
After class, Meng Youyou carried her textbooks out of the military study room. Winter evenings come early, and there was hardly any sunlight left outside.

But the sky today was quite special, with a vast expanse of dreamlike pink hues on the horizon.

The romantic gradient colors start as a vibrant rose-red at the mountain peaks, then fade to a soft pink as they ascend to the horizon, creating a beauty so exquisite that it evokes a sense of unreality.

The sunset over Fanzhou was truly breathtaking, and Meng Youyou experienced this for the first time.

Meng Youyou stood there, staring blankly for several minutes, when suddenly she missed someone.

During college, my roommates started dating one after another, and once they started dating, they became inseparable and deeply in love.

Even though we had just parted ways half an hour ago, we were still chatting on the phone after returning to the dorm, talking about all sorts of trivial things.

Meng Youyou, however, remains single. People tease her about having high standards, to which she nonchalantly retorts, "Dating is just about sharing with your partner every day what you had for breakfast, lunch, and what you saw on the street. Isn't that boring? So tedious!"

It's just a bowl of spicy hot pot, what's so special about it?

But at this moment, for some reason she couldn't explain, she just really wanted him to stand beside her, so she could take his hand in one hand, point to the distant sky with the other, and excitedly and playfully shout, "Look, look, the pink sunset, it's so beautiful!"

The streetlights in the camp suddenly turned on, and Meng Youyou happened to be standing under one of them. The intense light instantly filled her surroundings, making her eyes water.

Meng Youyou subconsciously raised her hand to shield her forehead, and her eyes narrowed in response.

As the sudden dazzle subsided, Meng Youyou slowly opened her eyes and, unexpectedly, caught a glimpse of a blurry figure standing at the end of the path.

The view was still not clear enough, blurry and double-image. The figure was indistinct in the blend of night and lamplight, and did not look very clear.

Meng Youyou wasn't sure if she was seeing things.

He ran quickly over, gradually making out the man's face, but slowed down as he got closer. Three or five soldiers emerged from a side path, passing by Huo Qingshan and greeting him in unison.

Meng Youyou stopped a dozen meters away from the crowd, turned around, and pretended to admire the increasingly pink clouds. Unconsciously, the corners of her lips curved into a smile.

After the soldiers left, the intermittent conversations not far behind them also disappeared, and Meng Youyou slowly turned around.

The man was walking towards her. Meng Youyou glanced at him, tilted her head and smiled at him, her eyes conveying an ambiguous meaning.

The next second, however, he turned around again and walked towards a certain place without looking back.

The two walked one after the other, tacitly maintaining a distance of about ten meters. Occasionally, they would encounter passing soldiers, who would usually greet them with, "Hello, Interpreter Meng."

After a five-second pause, he spoke again: "Greetings, Battalion Commander Huo."

Meng Youyou led the people to a small grove of trees on a slope behind the camp.

"Don't go any further in. This area isn't well maintained, and there might be anything inside."

A familiar male voice came from behind me.

Meng Youyou obediently stopped, lazily turned around, looked down at the man still standing in the middle of the earthen slope, and asked knowingly, "Why are you following me?"

Before long, the man had walked up the earthen slope and stood in front of her, saying bluntly, "I missed you."

The look in his eyes when he said this was even more direct.