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Jiang Chengzhou put down the toy in his hand. "Brother Baiyang called Uncle away. It seems like he has a mission."

Lin Zhilan's heart tightened.

Su Lang just got back, is he going on another mission?

Lin Zhilan was somewhat absent-minded, and during dinner, she accidentally made the dishes too salty.

Jiang Chengzhou took a bite and frowned at the saltiness.

"Auntie, did you add salt twice?"

Lin Zhilan took a bite, and it was also salty and bitter.

She cleared the dishes off the table. "Don't eat any of this. We'll give it to Aunt Liu to feed her chickens. I'll also make some noodles for you two."

Jiang Chengzhou looked at her with concern.

"Auntie, are you sick?"

Lin Zhilan realized that her condition was affecting the child, and subconsciously said, "I'm not sick, don't worry. I was just thinking about the sick person and forgot to add salt."

Jiang Chengzhou was skeptical.

"Aunt, let me touch your forehead."

Lin Zhilan chuckled and squatted down to let him touch her forehead.

Jiang Chengzhou touched hers and then compared it to his own. "It seems you don't have a fever, Auntie. You must tell me if you feel unwell."

"Okay, my little man."

After dinner, Lin Zhilan had her two children wash up and then coaxed her daughter to sleep.

The lights in the military base have been turned off.

Su Lang still did not return.

Lin Zhilan leaned against the headboard, holding a palm-leaf fan in her hand, but didn't move for a long time.

In the summer on the island, the moonlight is very bright.

Looking out the window, it seemed a bit chilly.

Lin Zhilan didn't know when she fell asleep.

All she knew was that when she opened her eyes again, Su Lang was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at her.

"Did I wake you up?" he asked softly.

Lin Zhilan sat up with his help and subconsciously looked at the sky outside.

It was pitch black; the moon had already begun to set in the west.

"What time is it?"

"It's almost 2 o'clock," Su Lang said, taking the light jacket draped over the back of the chair and putting it on her shoulders. "Why aren't you sleeping? Why are you sitting here?"

Lin Zhilan didn't answer, she just stared at him.

"Are you...you're going on another mission?"

The room was too dark for her to see Su Lang's face clearly.

In the darkness, Su Lang sighed softly, "No, I just returned from sea, the army won't send me out."

Lin Zhilan knew she shouldn't have, but she still breathed a sigh of relief.

"Have you had dinner?" she asked.

Su Lang gently stroked her face. "I just ate something quick at the cafeteria."

Lin Zhilan didn't believe it.

She knows him too well.

When I'm busy, I don't have time to eat.

She took off her coat and prepared to get out of bed.

Su Lang tried to stop her, but she slapped his hand away, saying, "Wait."

She went downstairs to the kitchen.

Su Lang started a fire on his own initiative.

Lin Zhilan took out noodles from the cupboard and cracked two eggs.

The firelight from the stove illuminated her face. Her eyes were lowered, and her eyelashes cast a small shadow beneath them, obscuring her expression.

"Zhilan," Su Lang suddenly spoke.

"Hmm?" Lin Zhilan paused in her movements.

Su Lang added a piece of firewood to the stove. "I want to discuss something with you."

"No rush," Lin Zhilan said, her heart tightening but her face remaining calm.

She put the noodles into the pot and stirred them with chopsticks.

"Would you like a poached egg or a beaten egg?"

Su Lang looked at her, remained silent for a moment, and said, "Poached egg."

Steam rose up, blurring her face.

Once the noodles were cooked, Su Lang brought them to the table.

Two poached eggs sit on top, chopped green onions are sprinkled evenly, and the aroma of lard wafts out, giving it a simple and unpretentious fragrance.

Su Lang picked up a fried egg and fed it to Lin Zhilan.

"I'm not hungry."

"It's so late, you should eat something."

He held the bowl up, as if he wouldn't put it down until she opened her mouth.

"Then I'll do it myself." Lin Zhilan reached for the chopsticks.

Su Lang pulled his hand away, causing her to miss her target.

"Open your mouth," he said, his tone calm and even, yet strangely irresistible.

Lin Zhilan pursed her lips, lowered her head, and took a small bite with his chopsticks.

The poached egg was runny, with the yolk flowing out and sticking to the corner of her mouth.

She was about to raise her hand to wipe it when Su Lang kissed her.

Lin Zhilan's ears turned bright red.

"you……"

Su Lang remained expressionless, picked up another noodle with his chopsticks, blew on it, and brought it to her lips, saying, "Eat some more."

"You eat it yourself."

Lin Zhilan was afraid that he would do something bad again.

Su Lang laughed and said, "I won't tease you this time, let's eat together."

The two of them ate the noodles one bite at a time, finishing the bowl completely.

After washing up, the two sat in the yard.

Su Lang slowly spoke, "I'll try not to go to sea next year."

Lin Zhilan was stunned; she was somewhat taken aback.

Moreover, she knew what that meant.

Su Lang is the head of the front-line regiment. If he doesn't go to sea, it means he will have to step down to the second line.

Go to a government office, do logistics, or do training.

It's even possible that they'll change careers.

This is undoubtedly a huge turning point for his future plans.

Lin Zhilan naturally disagreed, "Why would you do that?"

Su Lang is still young and has a bright future. To outsiders, choosing to change careers now is a foolish thing to do.

In terms of Su Lang's personal ambitions, they were almost completely contrary to his own.

Su Lang remained silent.

Lin Zhilan looked at him, "Is this for me and the child?"

Su Lang chuckled, "Partly, yes. This is my own decision. Just think of me as a hero who's easily swayed and only wants to linger in your gentle embrace."

"Even if I change careers, I can still shine in my new position, which is also my ambition."

Lin Zhilan touched his hand.

His palms were rough, and his fingertips had thick calluses, marks left from years of holding guns and climbing.

"I disagree," Lin Zhilan said firmly.

"From the day I married you, you were already a soldier. I know the responsibilities of a military wife, and I am proud to be one."

I believe the children will be proud of you, Su Lang. Everyone has their own responsibilities. Don't you believe I can protect this family for you?

"Of course I believe you," Su Lang said. "I just feel sorry for you."

Lin Zhilan reminded him, "Even if you change careers, you still have to go to work every day, and you can't be with me and the children all the time."

"Zhilan..."

"Let me finish," Lin Zhilan interrupted him. "I can sense your feelings, but Su Lang, have you considered what I would do if you really did that?"

Her voice trembled slightly.

"You sacrificed your future for me and our child, how can I repay you? How can I make amends to you?"

"I don't need to make amends." Su Lang frowned.

"Of course you'll feel that way when your feelings are strong," Lin Zhilan said, looking at him. "But what if one day our feelings fade? What if one day you regret it, feel it wasn't worth it?"

Su Lang was speechless.

He was somewhat disappointed, but also felt a pang of sadness.