Chen Yang stepped out of his room and saw Qiao Daihan dressed in a military uniform, her skin tanned to a bronze hue, dragging a large suitcase, looking travel-weary.
Although she appeared to be in a rush, her allure couldn't be overshadowed, and the military attire only added to her spirited charm.
"Chen Yang!"
The moment Qiao Daihan saw Chen Yang, she rushed over to him; she had missed him dearly in the year they hadn't seen each other.
But as she approached Chen Yang, she stopped in her tracks, somewhat embarrassed.
Chen Yang smiled, wrapped his arms around Qiao Daihan, and teased, "Little Han Han, have you missed your fiancé this past year?"
Qiao Daihan felt the warmth in Chen Yang's embrace and nodded, "Missed, of course I missed."
Chen Yang said, "I've missed you too, but your mission is just too harsh, not even a phone call, and it took almost a year for me to see you. Why don't you just give up being a soldier and come back to marry me?"
