Too many female prisoners, a special forces soldier transmigrates and marries wildly.

After passing through several secluded alleys, the woman stopped in front of a quiet house with a small courtyard.

The house looked quite old, with peeling paint and a tightly closed wooden door. It was quiet all around, except for the clucking of hens coming from the neighboring yard. She looked around, took out a key from her pocket, skillfully unlocked the brass lock on the door, pushed it open, slipped inside, and quickly closed the door behind her.

Lin Feng stopped in the shadows of a wall not far away, lost in thought.

This woman lives alone? Judging by her age, she's only sixteen or seventeen. In this war-torn, strictly regulated border town, a young, beautiful woman (though Lin Feng couldn't see her full face, he instinctively felt she was strikingly beautiful) with a unique air living alone is suspicious in itself. How does she support herself? Just now at the porridge shop, she could only afford the cheapest thin porridge, clearly indicating financial hardship. Is this secluded but relatively intact courtyard rented by her? Or…?

Instead of rushing forward, he retreated to a more distant spot, walked around the courtyard, and observed the surrounding environment.

The courtyard was small, the walls were low, and it was quiet inside; there was no sound. The gate was tightly closed, and the windows were shut, so you couldn't see what was happening inside.

Lin Feng lingered nearby for a moment, memorized the location of the small courtyard, and then turned to leave to meet up with Lao Dao and the others.

"Captain, how is it? Is there something wrong with that woman?" Old Dao asked in a low voice when he saw Lin Feng return.

"Something's fishy, ​​but we're not sure yet," Lin Feng said thoughtfully. "Old Dao, find someone to inquire about the small courtyard at the very end of Huai Shu Hutong on Xihou Street. Find out who lives there, when they moved in, and who they usually associate with. Be careful not to alert anyone."

"Understood." Old Dao nodded; gathering information was their forte.

Over the next two days, Lin Feng continued to secretly investigate clues about the "Shadow Hawk" while keeping an eye on the situation in the small courtyard.

Old Dao quickly learned the news: the original owners of the small courtyard were an elderly couple who moved to the south of the city with their son before the siege, leaving the courtyard empty. About a month ago, just as Di Rong had marched south, a young woman rented the courtyard. She introduced herself as Yun, saying she had fled from the north, her family having all perished in the war, leaving her all alone. She lived a secluded life, rarely interacting with others. Occasionally, she would go out to buy food at Xu's porridge shop or to the embroidery workshop in the west of the city to take on some embroidery work, earning a meager living. The neighbors only knew her as "Miss Yun," a woman of few words but very polite, with excellent embroidery skills and a beautiful appearance, though her life had been unfortunate.

She sounded like a pitiful woman struggling to survive, a refugee with a tragic past. This somewhat matched Lin Feng's earlier guess that she was "a young lady from a wealthy family who had ended up here." Perhaps he was just being paranoid? Lin Feng wondered to himself. But the inexplicable sense of incongruity, and that fleetingly outstanding demeanor and bearing, still made him unable to completely let it go.

A few days later, Lin Feng "coincidentally" met Miss Yun again. This time it was at the entrance of a cloth shop in the West Market.

She was holding a small bundle of embroidered handkerchiefs and settling her bill with the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper seemed to have been pushing the price too hard. She frowned slightly, argued in a low voice, her voice clear and melodious with a barely perceptible soft accent, sounding more like someone from the south than from the north. Finally, she seemed to give in, taking the few copper coins, carefully counting them, and gently placing them into a faded old purse in her bosom before turning to leave. A faint sense of disappointment and helplessness lingered on her face, but her eyes were clear, devoid of much of the vulgarity of the marketplace.

Lin Feng pretended to pick through items at a nearby grocery stall, observing everything. The way she carefully counted the money didn't seem fake.

Does a spy need to pretend to be so stingy with even a few coins?

His suspicions about her lessened, and he felt a pang of pity instead.

In chaotic times, how difficult it is for a helpless and vulnerable woman to survive.

Perhaps it was the pity in his heart, or perhaps it was the unforgettable charm and voice he had just caught a glimpse of, but as if possessed, Lin Feng pretended to be careless and dropped a few copper coins from his sleeve onto the ground as she passed by, which rolled right to her feet.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry." Lin Feng quickly bent down to pick it up.

The young lady Yun also subconsciously stopped and looked down. Seeing that there were several copper coins, she bent down and helped pick up the one closest to her, handing it back to Lin Feng.

"Thank you, young lady." Lin Feng took the copper coin, looked up, and finally saw her face clearly as they were very close.

Despite having anticipated it, Lin Feng couldn't help but gasp in amazement upon seeing it with his own eyes.

She was indeed extremely beautiful. Not in a flamboyant or ostentatious way, but rather with a pure and ethereal beauty, like a secluded orchid in a valley, or a clear mountain spring. Her features were exquisitely beautiful, her skin fair and translucent. Even dressed in simple clothes and without makeup, her natural beauty was undeniable. Especially her eyes, clear and bright, seemingly able to reflect the human heart, now held a lingering trace of loss and a faint aloofness, adding to her pitiful charm. She looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, in the prime of her youth, yet she had to struggle alone to survive in this harsh world.

Miss Yun seemed taken aback by making eye contact with a strange man at such close range. She paused slightly, then two barely perceptible blushes appeared on her cheeks. She quickly lowered her head, stuffed the copper coins into Lin Feng's hand, and whispered, "You're welcome." Her voice was barely audible, tinged with a hint of panic. Then, like a startled fawn, she clutched the bundle of embroidered handkerchiefs and hurried away, leaving Lin Feng with a slender and slightly flustered silhouette.

Lin Feng held the copper coin, still carrying the slight coolness of her fingertips, standing there watching her disappear into the alley. A corner of his heart seemed to be gently touched. That panicked, evasive gaze, that shy, slightly flushed cheek—they didn't seem fake. Could such a woman really be a treacherous spy?

"Captain, what are you looking at? Have you been bewitched?" Old Dao had somehow gotten close, winking and making his scars on his face seem more vivid.

Lin Feng snapped out of his daze, put away the copper coins, and glared at Old Dao: "Stop talking nonsense."

"Keep an eye on her, but don't disturb her," Lin Feng instructed finally.

In any case, it's always better to be cautious. And for some reason, he found himself wanting to see her again, to find out what kind of story was hidden beneath that beautiful face.

In the days that followed, while secretly investigating "Shadow Hawk" and the mole, Lin Feng would unconsciously wander to the vicinity of West Back Street. Sometimes he would just pass by, and sometimes he would "happen" to "do business" near the embroidery shop or porridge shop she frequented.

He saw her exchange her embroidery for a small bag of brown rice, and he saw her sitting on a small stool by the door, threading a needle in the dim light of the day. Her profile was quiet and beautiful, both out of place and strangely blending into the war-torn border town.

He didn't rush forward to strike up a conversation, but just watched from a distance.

The initial wariness gradually faded with each unexpected "chance encounter," while an indescribable feeling of excitement and pity quietly began to grow.

In this besieged city where every day is uncertain and life and death are unpredictable, this accidental discovery of tranquility and beauty, like a small flower tenaciously blooming in the ruins, brought a rare comfort to his heart, which was tense amidst conspiracies and war.

He even started to think that once the Di Rong were defeated and the siege of Shuofeng City was lifted, perhaps he could... help her? At least, so that she wouldn't have to worry about her daily meals anymore.