He used to have a day off every couple of days, which he'd use to take her to town for candied hawthorns.
But now, orders had come down, switching him to full-time active duty.
He was forbidden from leaving his unit without authorization and even had to work rotating shifts on holidays.
At the crack of dawn, a thin layer of mist still drifted outside the window.
Ling Anxun was already dressed, standing ramrod straight at the door.
He wore the deep, ink-green uniform of his special forces unit.
He slowly turned back, his gaze falling on the small figure inside the house.
"Wow, Daddy, you're so cool! Like a big hero from TV! Shanshan loves you the most!"
It wasn't that Shanshan had never seen him in uniform before, but this one was different.
It wasn't his regular dress uniform, but the combat fatigues he wore for actual missions.
A special forces insignia was on his shoulder, and his chest was covered in service ribbons.
