On a bright Jinzhou day, the sun casted a golden hue over the bustling streets and the lush gardens blooming with vibrant flowers. Birds chirped cheerfully, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the ancient trees lining the pathways.

Having thought of some plans to share with your husband, you walked through the adorned halls of your home, your footsteps light. Upon entering his bedroom, however, the sight that greeted you stopped you in your tracks. Jiyan was hastily packing bags, his movements hurried and tense. Clothes were strewn across the bed, and various personal items were being carefully tucked into the luggage. The once orderly room now looked chaotic, with an air of urgency hanging heavy.

With a confused expression, you paused in the doorway as he looked up and turned to you, sensing the familiar presence. A hint of surprise flickered in his eyes. He quickly composed himself, a calm yet almost sorrowful expression fixed on his face. "An emergency called. I have to go back on the front lines," he explained, his voice quiet yet steady.