A woman in her 70s marries a rough-looking man; her plump wife is too delicate and alluring.

Aunt Zhao and the others stood at the door, not knowing what to say.

He Zhaoyang didn't look up at them, focusing on feeding them.

After a moment of silence in the ward, Aunt Zhao spoke again, "Sister-in-law, take good care of yourself. We'll come to see you another day."

Li Xuanxue nodded: "Okay, take care, ladies."

After the three left.

Li Xuanxue looked at He Zhaoyang, "Zhaoyang, why did they suddenly come?"

He Zhaoyang lowered his head. "Maybe he felt bad about it."

Li Xuanxue said thoughtfully, "That makes sense. Open the brown sugar water and you can use it to make a drink."

He Zhaoyang was taken aback for a moment. "Sister-in-law, that's for you."

"Drink it," Li Xuanxue said. "You've been feeding me for half a month, but you've barely eaten anything yourself."

She had seen how well He Zhaoyang had taken care of her these past few days.

He Zhaoyang had just arrived home and started eating the meal Qin Meng had prepared when the phone rang.

He Zhaoyang put down his chopsticks, stood up, and went over to take the phone.

"Feed".

Sheng Yuze's voice came through, "It's me. Are you alright?"

She thought for a moment and said, "It's alright."

Sheng Yuze said, "I'll be able to go home after completing a mission, which should take about three or four days."

He Zhaoyang was taken aback. "So fast? Is there any danger?"

Sheng Yuze: "There's no danger. It's just an investigation in the mountains. I'll be back soon, so don't worry."

Just as He Zhaoyang was about to say, "Then be careful," a voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone, as if shouting from the side, "Platoon leader, what are you saying to your wife? Let us hear too!"

Sheng Yuze lowered his voice a little: "Stop fooling around."

The voice didn't stop; it moved a little closer and deliberately shouted into the microphone, "Sister-in-law! The platoon leader looks at the calendar every day, flipping through it several times a day."

He Zhaoyang held the receiver and paused for a moment.

Sheng Yuze's voice came through again, as if he had covered half of the microphone, "Don't listen to his nonsense."

Suddenly, someone's voice rang out from the side, "It's true, I can testify. I turned one page every day, and even more a few days."

He Zhaoyang didn't reply. He could hear people laughing over there, not just one, but several people.

Sheng Yuze's voice became clear again, as if he had driven those people away, "Don't listen to their nonsense."

He Zhaoyang hummed in agreement.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Sheng Yuze said, "I'll hang up now. Wait for me to come back."

"Okay," she said.

At this moment, Sheng Yuze, who had just hung up the phone, was asked by the person next to him, "Platoon leader, what kind of person is your wife? Is she pretty?"

"Yes, bring it over another day so we can see it."

Sheng Yuze remained silent, seemingly lost in thought.

Liu Jing, who was not far away, curled her lip in disdain, "What's so interesting about it?"

He turned to the girl next to him and said in a flattering tone, "Feifei, no matter what, she's definitely not as pretty as you. I'm from the same place as He Zhao, even though we're far apart. I've heard of her. She's just a 190-pound fat girl. She's definitely not as pretty as you."

Xie Fei gave a haughty snort, raising her chin slightly. "I don't care what she does. I only know that I, Xie Fei, will not let the man I've set my sights on escape."

Sheng Yuze hung up the phone.

His comrades were still laughing beside him, but he ignored them, slung his gear over his shoulder, and walked out. "Let's go, into the mountains."

The mountain road is difficult to travel; it had just snowed a few days ago, and the road surface was covered with heavy snow.

He walked in front, his steps were fast, and the people behind him were having a hard time keeping up.

What they were looking for was in a tunnel in the mountains.

Sheng Yuze gestured for himself to go, while the others remained where they were.

Then, I carefully walked to the entrance and turned on my flashlight.

The entrance was narrow, and Sheng Yuze squeezed in sideways.

Sheng Yuze frowned as he shone his flashlight ahead; the tunnel was shallower than he had imagined.

He slowed his pace and walked a dozen steps further in. The tunnel began to widen, allowing two people to walk side by side.

He stopped, shone his flashlight forward, and realized something was wrong.

A wire was seen tied to explosives in front of them, and a corner of clothing was sticking out from behind the box.

Sheng Yuze hurriedly shouted to those behind, "Something's wrong! Retreat! There's an ambush!"

After saying that, he immediately ran back.

At this moment, the person behind the box realized that he had been discovered, stood up, shouted "Long live!", and then planned to light the fuse.

Sheng Yuze realized his intention and quickly drew his gun, shooting him in the arm, but it was too late.

Just as Sheng Yuze was about to rush out of the tunnel, the explosives detonated with a "bang".

Sheng Yuze was blasted away, and rubble buried him.

"Platoon leader, platoon leader!"

Amidst the shouts of the crowd, Sheng Yuze fainted.

During Sheng Yuze's coma, he had a dream, a very vivid dream.

In his dream, he married He Zhaodi, who weighed over 190 pounds, to bring him good luck.

During his mission, He Zhaodi not only caused his sister-in-law to miscarry, but also caused the death of the Sheng family matriarch.

When he returned, he was met with a broken family. He ended up sending He Zhaodi to the police station, where she was eventually shot.

After waking up, Sheng Yuze stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while.

It wasn't a dream; what he was experiencing wasn't a dream, but rather his past life's experiences.

He is afraid now, afraid of repeating the same mistakes in this life.

He wanted to go home, he needed to get home quickly; the moment he stood up, he was in excruciating pain.

Sheng Yuze gritted his teeth and stood up, but his right leg hurt like it was being pricked with needles as soon as it touched the ground.

The nurse pushed the door open and saw him trying to stand up. She quickly came over and said, "You can't get out of bed now! Your leg hasn't healed yet. The doctor said you need to rest."

"I have something to do," he said, his voice a little hoarse. "I have to go back."

"You can't joke around with your legs. You need to be especially careful now, or your legs could be ruined if you're not careful."

Sheng Yuze fell silent. He knew the nurse was right, but he had to go back now because this time seemed to be the same time his sister-in-law had miscarried.

The nurse continued, "You can call if you need anything."

Sheng Yuze nodded, went back to bed, and waited for the nurse to leave before calling home.

Sheng Kaiyuan happened to receive the message, "Feed?"

Sheng Yuze: "Brother, how have things been between you and your wife lately? Has anything major happened at home?"

Sheng Kaiyuan fell silent, and Sheng Yuze began to get anxious. "What's wrong, brother?"

Sheng Kaiyuan gave a wry smile. "Zhaoyang told you, didn't he? Your sister-in-law had a miscarriage."

The phone fell from Sheng Yuze's hand and hit the ground.

Sure enough, I was right.

He no longer knows how to face He Zhaoyang.

A month later, Sheng Yuze limped to the Sheng family home on crutches. He was stunned when he opened the door.

The person in front of me was tall, with a rosy complexion, fair skin, a small face, arched eyebrows, and hair casually braided into a plait.

Sheng Yuze was stunned. "Excuse me, I went to the wrong place."

After saying that, he left, then glanced at his front door. Wait, isn't this his own house?

He Zhaoyang was also stunned. No, why does this person look so much like the fox that has been chasing him for hundreds of years?

She wondered if she had seen it wrong.