The night, like a thick black cloth, pressed down on the military compound's sky.
The light inside the house seemed somewhat cold.
Gu Yanshen held Lin Wan Yi without saying a word.
His muscles were taut, like a rock ready to explode at any moment.
Lin Wan Yi leaned against him for a moment.
Then, she gently pushed him away.
"Go cook."
Her voice was soft, devoid of any emotion.
Gu Yanshen looked at her, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.
He wanted to say something.
He wanted to say, "I'm not hungry," or "I'll stay with you."
But faced with her calm, unruffled eyes, he couldn't utter a word.
Finally, the man nodded, turned, and walked into the kitchen.
His tall figure carried an air of unconditional compliance.
Soon, the sound of chopping vegetables came from the kitchen.
Every chop seemed to echo in the air.
Lin Wan Yi walked to the cradle and bent over to look at her two sons, sleeping sweetly.
Their little faces were rosy and their breathing even.
