If I made you a special forces soldier, would you become a terrestrial god?

The hustle and bustle of Donghai City gradually faded away behind them as Zhuang Yan and Lin Xiaoying's military transport plane passed through the clouds, with rolling mountains below.

Inside the cabin, away from the neon lights and noise of the city, only the regular roar of the engine could be heard, which was reassuring.

Lin Xiaoying leaned on Zhuang Yan's shoulder, her fingers unconsciously tracing circles on the back of his hand, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility. Those broad shoulders seemed capable of carrying the entire world, yet because of this, they didn't entirely belong to her.

"After you go back, you'll be throwing yourself into that crazy training again, right?" Her voice was soft, carrying a hint of lingering affection that was barely perceptible, her words drifting away in the low roar of the engine.

"Mmm," Zhuang Yan responded, holding her hand even tighter. The soft touch from her palm was the strongest yet most vulnerable part of his heart.

"Everyone in Kunlun is working incredibly hard. I can't fall behind."

He didn't say "I don't want to," but rather "I can't." That one word difference represents a world of difference between responsibility and choice.

"I know." Lin Xiaoying didn't complain, but just snuggled her head into his arms again, the faint smell of his sweat and sunshine lingering around her nose, the scent she craved most.

"I just feel that three days is too short. I haven't had enough time with you yet."

Zhuang Yan's heart softened; a corner of his steely will, forged through years of training, melted away easily in that instant. He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, the touch warm to the touch.

"Next time, next time I'll definitely apply for a long vacation and take you to all the places you want to go."

This is a soldier's promise, heavy with weight, yet fraught with uncertainty.

Lin Xiaoying looked up, her clear eyes reflecting Zhuang Yan's resolute face. She chuckled, which eased the sadness of parting.

"Forget it, it's good enough that the division commander didn't break your legs. I don't want to become a sinner of the Kunlun Division."

She paused, then added, "But you were really cool when you saved that little girl last time. Like...like a hero who fell from the sky."

Mentioning that little girl, Zhuang Yan's mind was once again filled with those clear, adoring eyes. It was a pure, unadulterated trust, but deeper still, a strange sense of familiarity welled up again. It wasn't a memory, but an instinctive connection, as if he had seen such eyes long, long ago.

This fleeting thought vanished in an instant, but he forcefully suppressed it. In Kunlun, distraction is fatal.

He shook his head and playfully scratched Lin Xiaoying's nose.

"That's enough."

They smiled at each other, fell silent, and simply nestled together quietly. Lin Xiaoying closed her eyes, feeling his strong heartbeat, as if she wanted to etch that rhythm into her very being. A soldier's love doesn't involve many romantic moments; every brief reunion, every resonance of their hearts, is precious.

……

Meanwhile, in another city, at the gate of a teachers' college.

Beneath a tall sycamore tree, the autumn wind swirled a few withered yellow leaves as He Chenguang and Lin Xiaoxiao bid their final farewell.

"Be good at school, study hard, and call or text me if anything happens." He Chenguang gently tidied Lin Xiaoxiao's wind-blown bangs. His hands were large and warm, a stark contrast to the terrifying image he had recently presented when he smashed an SUV.

His words of advice were so gentle they could melt your heart.

"I know, you've said it eight hundred times already, I'm not a child anymore." Although Lin Xiaoxiao said this, her face was filled with a happy smile, and her heart was bubbling with sweetness.

She tiptoed and gave He Chenguang a quick, soft peck on the lips. The touch was fleeting, and she quickly pulled away, her cheeks flushing with a beautiful blush.

"If you miss me, text me tonight. I'll read it and reply when I have time." He Chenguang looked at her shy expression, his heart burning with warmth. This tranquility and beauty was something he was willing to do anything to protect.

He paused, as if making up his mind, and said seriously, "Xiaoxiao, next time I have a vacation, I'll take you home to see your grandparents."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiaoxiao trembled slightly.

A layer of mist instantly welled up in those bright eyes, making them crystal clear.

Meeting the parents. For any girl in love, these three words represent a weighty commitment, the ultimate proof that a man is willing to include her in his future.

She nodded vigorously, all her unspoken words condensed into a single syllable.

"it is good."

He Chenguang held her tightly in his arms, feeling the softness and warmth of her body, wishing he could freeze time at this moment. He could clearly feel her heartbeat, fast and strong, intertwined with his own.

After a long while, he finally let go; no matter how reluctant he was, he had to let go.

"I have to go now."

"Um."

Without saying anything more, He Chenguang turned around, waved to Lin Xiaoxiao, and then strode towards the military vehicle waiting not far away.

He didn't turn around.

He was afraid that if he turned around and saw her tearful eyes, his hardened heart would crumble again. He was afraid that he would never be able to bear leaving her again.

Lin Xiaoxiao stood there, watching that tall figure disappear behind the car door. She saw the car window roll down, and he looked at her one last time. In that look, there was a thousand reluctances, but even more so, an unwavering determination.

She only slowly withdrew her gaze when the military vehicle merged into the traffic and disappeared from sight.

She knew that her man belonged to a wider world, to that glorious land called "Kunlun".

And she will be here, quietly, waiting for his return.

Inside the military vehicle, the moment the door closed, the gentleness on He Chenguang's face faded, replaced by a soldier's unique fortitude and coldness.

He closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat.

What came to mind was no longer Lin Xiaoxiao's pretty face, but the gunfight in the street.

It was the clanging sound of the dense bullets hitting his body.

It was the image of that black SUV being twisted into scrap metal by his palm strike.

It was Shen Hongfei's eyes, filled with shock, confusion, and finally turning into extreme longing.

He Chenguang would never forget that look in his eyes. It was the sound of an old world being utterly crushed by a new force. Shen Hongfei's worldview collapsed at that moment, and he himself was the one who shattered that world.

This world is undergoing a dramatic, unseen transformation. The firearms that ordinary people rely on for survival are as fragile as toys in the face of true power. And those criminals are merely the insignificant ripples in this upheaval.

What will the future hold?

As a member of Kunlun and a pioneer of this transformation, he must become stronger, strong enough to crush all unknown threats in order to protect everything behind him.

Protect the girl who stands under the sycamore tree, waiting for him to come home.

He Chenguang suddenly opened his eyes. The street scene rushing past the car window cast blurry shadows in his deep pupils. The aura he exuded was as cold as a knife.