Her heart was filled with a bittersweet yet warm emotion.
This man.
This family.
She was determined to protect them.
The black sedan from the picture magazine stopped steadily at the gate of the military compound.
The car door opened.
Lin Wan Yi got off the car holding Gu Ning.
The little one in her arms wore a puff-sleeved dress she had crafted from fine cotton cloth, fair and tender, like a freshly made glutinous rice dumpling.
Gu An climbed out of the car by himself, tightly holding a slightly worn-out metal cookie tin, inside were various parts he had collected along the way.
"Mr. Lin, this is as far as we go."
The driver politely helped to take the luggage out of the car.
Lin Wan Yi thanked him, holding her daughter in one arm, holding her son's hand with the other, and pushed the double stroller into the compound.
It was the afternoon.
Under the iconic banyan tree in the compound, military wives were gathered seeking relief from the heat.
