The setting sun fell, dyeing half the sky red.
In the courtyard, the transplanted wintersweet stood proudly, and it was believed that by the next lunar month, some of the budding flowers would be waiting for the right moment to blossom.
When winter arrives, with the backdrop of Nantian Bamboo, the red fruit, yellow flowers, and green leaves will complement each other, truly reflecting their value.
Zhang Guoqing stared for a long time, his thoughts surging, and finally, he sighed lightly, hesitantly clasping his hands behind his back and pacing around the courtyard.
Should he tell the sons?
This had unexpectedly become the most difficult decision in his two lifetimes.
Every man has a military dream, just like many women have a princess dream.
Especially since the children in his family had never given up training in the military camp all these years. It wasn't hard to imagine how upset Ping'an and the others would be when they found out.
