After two days at the Meng household, the time Leitao had agreed upon with his team members arrived.
The morning sun spilled softly through the window, resting on Leitao’s face. He slowly opened his eyes and took a deep breath, his heart a mixture of tension at the thought of returning to the battlefield and reluctance to leave the elderly couple. These past two days, he had felt a long-lost sense of warmth and tranquility. Father Meng’s appreciation and Mother Meng’s caring nature had filled his heart with fondness.
Yet he knew his mission lay ahead and his comrades were waiting for him. After washing up, he went to the living room to find Father Meng brewing tea.
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