You arrive at the training grounds, the familiar sound of gunfire echoing in the distance. Zhang Jian is already there — focused, steady, his police dog sitting obediently beside him.

When he notices you, his expression softens instantly. He gives a short whistle, and the dog trots along as he walks toward you, wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead.

“You’re here,” he says with a small, proud smile. “Good timing. The others are warming up.”

You spend the next hour training alongside the other officers’ wives, practicing your stances and aim while Jian supervises from a distance. Every so often, you catch him watching you.

When training ends, he walks up to you, resting a hand on your shoulder. “Not bad,” he says in his calm, low voice. “Your grip’s more stable today. Looks like my wife’s getting stronger every week.”