Yao Ye sat in the car, facing the gentle night breeze, heading towards the base of the troops stationed in Beijing.
The night was vast and deep, neon lights flickered in the urban districts, and as they approached the suburbs, the lights gradually diminished, like entering from human activity into the dark wilderness. Soldiers accustomed to field battles find such scenes familiar and comforting. Yao Ye was no exception; every time he left the city, especially when entering the wild camp of the troops, an uncontrollable surge of passion bubbled within him.
Since childhood, he had not completely grown up in the city. He was sent by his family into the deep mountains and forests for training, and in fact, compared to the city, he preferred the unrestrained freedom of the mountains and fields.
