I thought that the thrilling encounter with the spies on the street had come to a quiet end. After all, it was a sensitive and confidential matter involving spies, and it wouldn't be appropriate to give them a banner or a bonus in a big way.

Xia Wan felt that life would return to normal, and she would spend her days peacefully and calmly in the military compound as usual.

In the early morning, the faint morning light filtered through the dappled leaves, illuminating every corner of the military compound.

She awoke gently to the clear, melodious songs of birds, which sounded like a lively and cheerful morning symphony played by nature. She softly pushed open the door, and the first rays of sunlight gently fell upon her face, bringing a touch of warmth.

She took a deep breath, fully enjoying the fresh morning air with its faint scent of grass and trees, and the laziness of the night vanished instantly.

Then, she slowly stretched in the yard, loosening her muscles. Her gaze fell upon the several large, leafy trees in the yard, their leaves swaying gently in the breeze, as if greeting her.

In the afternoon, the sunlight grew increasingly intense, yet it was softened by the thin curtains on the windows.

Xia Wan sat by the sunlit window, a favorite book she had long desired sitting on the wooden desk.

She turned the pages of the book, immersing herself in the wonderful world constructed by the words, sometimes sighing for the fate of the characters, and sometimes smiling knowingly at the wonderful plot.

Occasionally, she would look up at the lush green trees outside the window. A gentle breeze would rustle the leaves, as if they were telling untold stories. Her thoughts would drift away, imagining places she had never been to and adventures she had never experienced.

As evening fell, the afterglow of the setting sun bathed the entire courtyard in a warm orange hue, as if draping the world in a dreamy veil.

Xia Wan and her family took a leisurely stroll in the courtyard, the stone path under their feet gilded by the setting sun.

They shared the mundane details of their day, or Xia Shuyu excitedly recounting the twists and turns of completing a challenging task at work; or the elders at home grumbling about their recent troubles, with everyone offering advice and suggestions.

Laughter and cheerful voices echoed in every corner of the courtyard, creating a warm and happy atmosphere.

This peaceful and warm life allowed her to gradually bury that thrilling battle deep in her heart, treating it only as a special experience in her life. Occasionally, when she recalled it, only a faint ripple would appear in her heart, like a calm lake being rippled by a gentle breeze, fleeting and gone in an instant.

Who knew that just two days later, an accident would suddenly happen.

It was a sunny afternoon, and the warm sunlight shone on the military compound, casting a golden veil over the entire area.

Every inch of land is gently caressed by the sunlight, and even the moss in the corners shimmers with a faint light, as if telling of the joy of being favored by the sun.

Xia Wan and her grandfather Xia Xiong were sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard. The bench was warm from the sun and very comfortable to sit on.

The osmanthus trees in the courtyard swayed gently in the breeze, making a soft rustling sound, as if they were whispering and talking about this beautiful afternoon.

A faint, pleasant fragrance filled the air, surrounding the grandmother and granddaughter, as if they too were enjoying this pleasant afternoon. Xia Wan slightly narrowed her eyes, took a deep breath, and savored this tranquility and beauty. Her heart was filled with contentment, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up, revealing a satisfied smile.

The Xia sisters had all gone to work, and the house was unusually quiet, with only the soft conversation between the grandmother and granddaughter echoing in the air.

Xia Xiong was enthusiastically telling his granddaughter about his heroic deeds on the battlefield, and those war-torn years came alive in his storytelling.

His eyes shone with light, as if he had returned to that passionate era, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to tell stories of the past.

"Grandpa, when you think back on those things from back then, don't you feel particularly emotional?" Xia Wan rested her chin on her hand, her eyes full of curiosity as she looked at the elderly man before her, a man weathered by time. Her eyes sparkled, filled with longing for the past her grandfather spoke of.

She imagined her grandfather in his youth, tall and straight, with a determined look in his eyes, wearing a military uniform, shuttling through gunfire, fighting bravely for the country and the people. A feeling of admiration welled up in her heart, and this feeling quietly spread in her heart, making her even more fascinated by her grandfather's story.

Xia Xiong smiled, his wrinkles telling countless stories. "Of course, Wanwan, when Grandpa was young, he went through a lot of trials and tribulations..."

His voice was deep and powerful, carrying the charm of years, and every word seemed to carry the weight of history.

He slowly recounted a fierce battle, the battlefield filled with smoke and the acrid smell of gunpowder seemed to be right in front of him, the shouts of battle were deafening, as if they were about to pierce the sky, and the figures of his comrades moved through the flames, their faces full of determination and fearlessness.

Some comrades sacrificed their lives to cover the advance of their troops; some comrades were seriously wounded, but they still gritted their teeth and continued to fight.

Every detail was vividly depicted, and Xia Wan listened intently, as if she were in that war-torn world herself. Her heart raced as her grandfather narrated, as if she could feel the tension and cruelty of the battlefield, and her fingers unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes.

Before he could finish speaking, the guard's voice came from the doorway: "Sir, Commander Qin is here!"

Xia Xiong nodded slightly, showing little surprise on his face.

The Chief Qin mentioned by the guard was his old comrade-in-arms for many years. They lived in the same military compound and visited each other frequently. Their relationship was as good as that of brothers.

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