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The heavy, domineering sound of the military truck engine was like a thunderclap suddenly exploding in the silent night!

Lu Nianci's heart jumped into her throat!

She almost instinctively protected her younger brother even more!

She rolled out of bed, not even bothering to put on her shoes, and ran barefoot to the window, carefully lifting a corner of the curtain.

A green Jiefang brand military truck, covered in thick layers of frost, was parked steadily at the entrance of the courtyard.

The front of the car was also bent out of shape, and the body of the car was covered with various bumps and scratches.

They looked as if they had just been withdrawn from a brutal battlefield.

The car door was still open and the engine was running.

In the blinding beam of the car headlights, Lu Nianci saw the room next door where Lu Zhenguo and Zhou Yayun were staying, and the lights suddenly turned on.

Immediately afterwards, the door was opened.

Lu Zhenguo, wearing a military overcoat, hurriedly walked out of the house.

His face wore a complex expression that Lu Nianci had never seen before.

There was excitement, there was joy, but more than anything, there was a deep sense of worry.

"It's Xingzhou! Xingzhou is back!" Zhou Yayun ran out as well, her voice filled with barely suppressed joy.

Sailing?

Lu Xingzhou?!

Lu Nianci's heart skipped a beat!

The "Iceberg Brother" who only exists on letter paper, standing guard on a distant border?

Why...why did he come back at this time?!

Is it...

Is he the mysterious man codenamed "Iceberg"?!

An absurd yet perfectly reasonable guess instantly popped into Lu Nianci's mind!

Just then, the heavy canvas curtain of the military truck's back compartment was suddenly flung open by a long, strong hand with distinct knuckles!

Immediately afterwards, a tall and imposing figure jumped off the car!

The movements were clean and efficient, full of the unique power and explosive force of a soldier!

He landed steadily on the ground without making a sound.

Like a cheetah that silently descends in the night.

He was wearing an old military uniform that had faded slightly from washing.

The uniform didn't fit him properly, clinging tightly to his body and outlining his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

He was wearing a pair of high-top military boots covered in mud and snow.

He carried a military green canvas backpack that was about half his height on his back.

He exuded an aura of bleakness and ruthlessness.

He turned around.

With the help of the glaring headlights, Lu Nianci finally saw his face clearly.

It was a handsome yet cold face, as if sculpted with the sharpest carving knife.

A high, straight nose, and thin lips pressed tightly together into a cold, straight line.

The jawline is defined and resolute.

The most striking feature of his face was his eyes.

What eyes they were!

Deep and dark, like two ancient wells with no bottom.

There was no youthful vigor or enthusiasm in it, only a cold indifference that had seen through life and death and a distant aloofness that kept people at arm's length.

It was as if the whole world was just a bunch of lifeless black and white silhouettes in his eyes.

He is Lu Xingzhou.

Lu Zhenguo's biological son.

That "iceberg" that makes parents both proud and worried.

"Dad, Mom." He looked at his parents who were walking quickly toward him, his thin lips moved slightly, and he uttered two syllables without any emotion.

His voice, like his eyes, was cold and hard.

It was like two cold stones colliding with each other.

"Xingzhou! My son! You're finally back!" Zhou Yayun rushed forward and hugged her son tightly, tears streaming down her face.

"Mom, I'm fine." Lu Xingzhou stiffly let his mother hug him.

His emotionless eyes swept over his father, who was standing not far away, and finally settled on the warm, lit house behind his father.

His eyes flickered slightly.

But soon the deathly coldness returned.

"You brat! Why didn't you send a telegram before you came back?!" Lu Zhenguo stepped forward and punched his son on the shoulder, laughing and scolding him.

But his eyes reddened.

"A temporary mission," Lu Xingzhou replied succinctly.

He broke free from his mother's embrace, slung the heavy bag over his shoulder, and strode towards home.

His steps were steady and powerful.

Each step seemed to be on some special rhythm.

It carried a sense of oppressiveness that made one's heart pound.

Lu Nianci watched the tall figure getting closer and closer from behind the window.

Her heart started pounding uncontrollably!

She had a strong premonition.

This nominal "brother" is probably more difficult to deal with than any of the enemies she has encountered before!

His cold, penetrating eyes seemed to see right through her disguises and secrets!

Lu Zhenguo and Zhou Yayun escorted Lu Xingzhou into the house.

The warm light illuminated his face, sculpted by time and weather, and also the handsome brows that furrowed instantly when he saw the two unfamiliar "little ones" in the room.

"They are..." Lu Xingzhou's gaze swept over Lu Xiaoshi, who was hiding behind Zhou Yayun and timidly looking at him, and finally landed on Lu Nianci, who was standing calmly in the center of the living room, as if she had been waiting for him to return.

Eyes facing each other.

One is indifferent and inquisitive, full of scrutiny and doubt; the other is calm and composed, like a bottomless ancient well.

The atmosphere in the living room instantly froze.

A silent contest unfolds between two mature souls who are older than they are.