"Will you leave again in the future?" Nan Fei asked with a nasal tone.
"I won't leave, I won't ever leave again." Huo Beijiang carefully picked Nan Fei up, as if handling a fragile treasure, fearing that too much strength might hurt his wife. It was only after setting her down on the bed that he reluctantly let go.
"Wife, I won't go anywhere in the future, I'll just stay at home with you." Huo Beijiang sat next to Nan Fei, pulling up a chair in front of her, capturing her hands in his own calloused ones, gripping them slightly as if afraid to let go, grazing her fingertips as if to confirm that all of this was real.
Nan Fei, unable to see him, felt an inexplicable sadness welling in her heart and unhappily asked, "What if a mission comes up? Can you not go?"
Huo Beijiang fell silent, and the room was filled with a suffocating atmosphere.
