A charming widow in her 70s married a factory manager and raised his children.

"Enough! Stop it, all of you!"

Shang Hua called out anxiously from the side.

It was too dark; she could only see two figures moving back and forth, and she didn't know how badly they were fighting. She couldn't help but shout, "Ge Jiangtao! Peng Wanzhou, stop!"

One figure suddenly stopped moving, and then was punched hard by another person.

Shang Hua clearly heard Peng Wanzhou's cry of pain.

She immediately became agitated: "Ge Jiangtao, if you don't stop, I'll call for help! Do you want to get punished?"

Ge Jiangtao finally stopped, but he was still indignant: "He deserved to be hit. I'm not afraid even if we take it to higher authorities. Who does he think he is, and what right does he have to interfere in our affairs? Besides, he was the one who struck first!"

Shang Hua quickly stepped forward to help Peng Wanzhou up, saying angrily, "He hit you out of a sense of justice, and deserves praise! Ge Jiangtao, your actions just now were criminal, and I won't let you get away with this!"

Ge Jiangtao was stunned: "What did you say? Ahua, we're husband and wife!"

"We've been divorced for ages! How many times do I have to remind you?" Shang Hua said angrily. "Don't you know how many blind dates you've been on? Don't tell me you still have feelings for me; that's disgusting!"

After saying that, she clung to Peng Wanzhou and left, asking worriedly, "Peng Wanzhou, how are you? Can you still hold on?"

Peng Wanzhou leaned on her, unsteady on his feet, but still stubbornly insisted, "It's okay, don't worry, I'm young and strong, he can't beat me."

Shang Hua laughed angrily: "What time is it for you to keep talking nonsense? Come home with me first, let me see how badly you're hurt."

"No, no need. It's just a minor injury; I can take care of it myself when I get back!" Peng Wanzhou quickly said. "Commander Shang will worry if I go back like this."

Shang Hua paused in his steps.

"Ahua!" Ge Jiangtao's voice came from behind, "He injured me too."

Shang Hua ignored him and even muttered under his breath, "It's a relief he wasn't beaten to death."

Peng Wanzhou, leaning against her, chuckled softly and then apologized in a low voice, "Sorry, I couldn't kill him."

"Stop talking, walk properly, and go back to your dorm first," Shang Hua quickly said.

Ge Jiangtao watched helplessly as the two figures, side by side, disappeared into the darkness, while he sat on the ground, ignored by everyone.

No, we can't just let it go like this.

Shanghua has deep feelings for him, and once things are explained clearly, she will definitely be willing to go back to him.

Since she's unwilling to back down, it's his turn to back down this time.

He admitted his mistake, he knelt down, and he begged her for forgiveness!

Having made up his mind, Ge Jiangtao stood up, hissed twice in pain, and limped home.

Shang Hua helped Peng Wanzhou back to his single dormitory.

"We're here." She let go of my hand. "You have your medicine in your dorm, right?"

"Yes." Peng Wanzhou finally straightened up. "Thank you for bringing me back, but it's so late, let me take you home, just in case we run into each other again..."

So much had happened that night, it was exhausting, but Shanghua still smiled when she heard him say that.

Are they going to keep delivering it until dawn?

She smiled and shook her head: "You're injured, hurry up and go inside. Ge Jiangtao was probably home and getting his medicine after you beat him up, it's safe on the way."

Peng Wanzhou knew she definitely wouldn't let him deliver it, and he felt a little regretful.

Just then, the moon, which had been hiding behind the clouds, emerged, its light faint. He saw Shang Hua clearly, his brow furrowed slightly, and he raised his arm to shield Shang Hua.

"Um...would you like to come in...?" He pointed to Shang Hua's clothes, "to tidy up your clothes before going back?"

Fearing that Shanghua might misunderstand, she quickly explained, "I didn't mean anything by it. I was just worried that your family would worry if you went back like this. I know you wouldn't want them to worry about you."

Shang Hua subconsciously looked down at the spot he was pointing to, and her face immediately flushed. She quickly raised her hand to cover her chest.

It was hot, and she wasn't wearing much to begin with. Ge Jiangtao had just gone crazy and ripped two buttons off her clothes.

Luckily, I was wearing a vest underneath...

Peng Wanzhou quickly looked at the moon in the sky and said dryly, "I didn't see anything, I just noticed it."

Shang Hua bit her lip, clutching her clothes tightly to her chest, and gritted her teeth, saying, "Hurry up and open the door so I can come in!"

Luckily it was nighttime and there weren't many people around. If it had been daytime, she wouldn't have been able to face anyone.

Peng Wanzhou then realized what was happening, quickly took out his keys, opened the door, and let Shang Hua in.

He stood at the door for a moment before following them inside.

After closing the door and turning on the light, Shang Hua could finally see what was inside the room.

In the military, single dormitories are all pretty much the same: a bed, a desk, a chair, and a wardrobe.

It's very simple, but perhaps because Peng Wanzhou's dormitory is on the far side, it seems a bit smaller, and with two people standing in at once, it feels even more cramped.

Looking at Peng Wanzhou again, Shang Hua pursed his lips: "You should have a first-aid kit in your dorm, right?"

His face was badly injured; his eyes were red and swollen, and there was bleeding from his nostrils and mouth. Ge Jiangtao had really hurt him.

When she looked at Peng Wanzhou, Peng Wanzhou was also looking at her.

He had seen her a few times, and all he ever saw was her neat and efficient appearance, and her energetic and lively personality.

This was the first time I'd seen her with her hair and clothes all messed up; she looked disheveled and gave off a fragile, vulnerable vibe.

Peng Wanzhou swallowed hard, quickly lowered his head, and limped to the drawer to get his sewing kit.

"You, you do your thing first, I'm not in a hurry," he said softly, turning his back to Shang Hua so she could feel more at ease.

Shang Hua knew she looked very embarrassed and wanted to tell Peng Wanzhou to go outside and wait while she took off her shirt to sew on the buttons.

But Peng Wanzhou had already turned his back on her, so she couldn't bring herself to ask him to leave.

He has already made his stance clear; if she says anything more, it means she doesn't trust him.

Unable to speak, Shang Hua turned around, her back to Peng Wanzhou, and picked up the needle and thread.

Then they discovered that there were no buttons.

"Hey, do you have any spare buttons here?" Shang Hua asked.

Peng Wanzhou froze, then quickly went to the wardrobe, took out one of his shirts, and handed it over with his back to Shang Hua.

"No, you can use mine."

Shang Hua: "This..."

"It's alright, you can use it first and return it to me later," Peng Wanzhou quickly said.

Shang Hua wanted to laugh again. She thought, if it were Ge Jiangtao, he wouldn't have said that. Ge Jiangtao would have just told her to keep it and that he would buy a new one.

Peng Wanzhou is really honest; he even asked her to return it to him.

"Okay," she replied, took his shirt, cut the thread with scissors, and sewed the buttons onto her own clothes.

Because Peng Wanzhou was there, she didn't take off her shirt. She just bent down and sewed the buttons. Her posture was awkward and she was nervous. Her hand trembled and the needle pricked her flesh, making her cry out in pain.

"What's wrong?" Peng Wanzhou asked quickly, his body turning halfway before he quickly turned back.

Shang Hua blushed even more: "It's nothing."

"Did you poke your hand? Be careful, take your time, there's no rush," Peng Wanzhou said again.

"It's okay, I didn't poke my hand," Shang Hua replied instinctively.

After answering, both of them fell silent.

If you didn't poke your hand at the button-sewing spot, then what you poke is self-evident...