Sun Xiaowu sighed. "Worst of all, my sister doesn't realize what she's doing..."

Sun Mengmeng blushed. "What are all of you talking about?"

Yang Ze shrugged. "Sun Mengmeng, ever since our captain headed to the battlefield, you've been repeatedly mumbling his name. 'I wonder how Zhang Lie's doing...?' is a question you've asked over sixty times by now!"

Sun Mengmeng looked offended. "What do you mean, that's what I do all day?"

"Sis, look over there." Sun Xiaowu pointed at Li Feng. Sun Mengmeng looked over to see him glancing toward the sky, his stubble unkempt, mumbling to himself, "What is love? That we be willing to live and die together..."

Sun Mengmeng: ...

Li Feng: "Love, like a shooting star—with whom is it shared?...