A week later in the morning, Beijing.
The warm sun of the autumn-winter season shone in through the window, casting a golden glow on the sheets, making one feel relaxed and happy. It was another beautiful morning. Luo Zheng slightly opened his eyes, looked at the sunshine outside the window, and felt an incomparable peace within. For many, this life, away from the battlefield and far from the smoke of war, might seem ordinary, but for Luo Zheng, it was extremely precious.
The evening before, Luo Zheng returned home and reunited with his parents, enjoying a delicious meal his mom cooked. He drank quite a bit with his father, Luo Hu, and managed to relax without worrying about enemies suddenly appearing or being snipered. This peaceful day was something Luo Zheng greatly enjoyed. Unfortunately, his little sister wasn't home; otherwise, it would have been even livelier.
