Three years later.
It was the second morning of the Lunar New Year.
Another Lunar New Year was here again. At a military airbase in Sanya, a military aircraft had just arrived. The aircraft slowly landed on the runway and came to a stop. When the cargo hatch was opened, the first group of people to come out were some military personnel. Behind them, a man around the age of 30 walked out, squinting. As the sun was shining too brightly, he used his hand to block the glare above his forehead while his other hand took out a pair of sunglasses. Then, he put it on with a reminiscing smile on his face.
Blue skies.
White clouds.
And freedom.
It has been more than three years, but this bro is finally back!
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "I'll be going then."
One of the soldiers asked, "Fellow Zhang, do you really not need us to send you off?"
