The dawn broke, and golden sunlight penetrated the mist, gently bathing the war department.
Lin Dong stood at the entrance of the small courtyard, looking at the five women in front of him who would soon part ways with him, his heart a mix of emotions.
Bai Jue gently caressed her slightly swollen belly, maternal radiance gleaming in her eyes.
Qiao Bing still maintained her ice queen demeanor, but at the moment, her eyes held warmth and reluctance.
Tang Mu was pure and flawless, like a newly blooming lotus, her eyes shimmering with worry about the unknown and attachment to Lin Dong.
Li Qingcheng, passionate and fiery, tightly held Lin Dong's hand, as if she wanted to preserve this warmth forever.
And Qin Yitian, the most composed of them all, stood silently to the side, eyes filled with both determination and deep trust in Lin Dong.
