Two months later.
The cold wind had long invaded the city. The first snowfall of the year had come a little early, and it had already begun to flutter in the air of the city before New Year's Day.
Ding Ning had not spoken for two months.
Yu Jiangqing had mentioned the position of brigade commander a month ago, and he had completely quit his job at the Special Forces frontline to take up the position of brigade commander of the Special Forces Brigade.
When Yu Jiangqing returned from his office at noon, he opened the door in a much quieter voice as if he was afraid of scaring the people at home.
When he returned to the bedroom, Ding Ning was still asleep.
Yu Jiangqing sat down by the bed and reached out to caress Ding Ning's cheek, which was so thin that her cheekbones protruded out. It was a little scary. "Ning Ning, I'm not going to sleep anymore. It's snowing. Let me take you out to take a look at the snow, okay?"
