Please Kill My Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 117

The mountain ridges cloaked in darkness were weighed down by a chill colder than usual.

The mountain air was as crisp as winter, and the dew clinging to some trees hurriedly fell, as if trying to hide its presence.

Though summer had not yet ended, the gate guards standing watch at dawn wore thick coats and gazed into the distance.

“It’s eerie.”

The guard, newly assigned here, rubbed his arms.

Unaccustomed to such cold in midsummer, he wore lighter clothing than the others.

Soon, the squad leader, who had been filling out the logbook for the shift change, glanced at the rookie’s face and let out a soft chuckle.

He was barely twenty—his face still youthful, fresh from training and newly posted here.

“Your first assignment being here… You must have truly rotten luck.”

“No, sir. I volunteered for this post.”

“You did? Why?”

“What else? Rumor has it that gate duty is the easiest post to serve, so competition was fiercest.”

One of the senior guards standing nearby chimed in to explain.

The squad leader nodded with a brief exclamation of understanding, but it quickly faded into a faint sigh. As if that weren’t enough, he clicked his tongue in disapproval.

Poor fellow—of all the times to pick this place.

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