In Jiangcheng, the autumn rain falls.
Qin Bei stood outside the cast-iron gate of the luxurious villa, wearing an old military uniform that had been washed white and was incompatible with the surrounding luxury. The rain slid down his angular cheeks, but it could not extinguish the fire of returning home that had been burning for nearly two thousand days and nights.
Five years.
He touched the blurry photo in his pocket. It showed the gentle smiling face of his wife Su Qingxue and their infant daughter. For that top-secret mission, he "died" for five years and there was no news at all. Now, with the mission over and glory upon him, he just wants to be a husband and a father again.
