The night was deep; a tall figure stood at the window, his shadow elongated by the moonlight.
Chi Xiaoyu emerged from the bathroom, having just taken a shower. Her hair was still slightly damp as she used a dry towel to wipe it. Wearing soft slippers, she walked up behind him.
She reached out to hug him from behind. "Honey, I feel like you've been hiding something from me lately!"
"Are you overthinking things again?"
"Not at all. Then tell me, why have you been inviting those strangers over to our home in the middle of the night every day?"
"They're not strangers, they're soldiers!"
"Soldiers? Why have you been meeting with soldiers so frequently?"
"Isn't it completely normal for the President to meet soldiers?"
"Yes, it's normal. But the way you're being so secretive, arranging late-night meetings, it feels like something serious is about to happen."
His large hand clasped her small one, gently kneading it in his palm.
