Traffic jam.
Chen Mo looked out at the endless line of cars, his face full of helplessness. They would not be getting home tonight. This New Year's Eve, they would probably have to spend outside.
After sitting in the car for several hours and still being stuck on the road, Xiao Yu had collapsed into Chen Mo's arms and was sleeping soundly.
It was already ten at night, and the traffic showed no sign of moving anytime soon.
"Black Hawk, we're not going back tonight. Find a hotel and stay for the night first." Chen Mo lowered his voice, afraid of waking Xiao Yu in his arms.
Black Hawk, sitting in the driver's seat, looked at the bustling traffic outside. His gaze was somewhat distant, carrying a trace of sadness. Only after hearing Chen Mo's words did he come back to himself.
"Alright."
Black Hawk turned the steering wheel and slowly drove toward the lane by the roadside.
"Something on your mind?" Chen Mo sensed Black Hawk's low spirits.
"Today is the anniversary of two comrades' deaths. It makes me reflect." Black Hawk glanced at Xiao Yu in Chen Mo's arms through the rearview mirror and lowered his voice as much as possible. "Behind this prosperity and peace are the lives and blood of many people. Some stories will forever remain unknown to ordinary people."
"Can I hear it?"
Chen Mo covered Xiao Yu's ears with his clothes, afraid their conversation would wake her.
Black Hawk thought for a moment before speaking.
"Last New Year's Eve, we received a special mission. It was the last mission before our unit retired, carried out together with the unit where Wang Hai's fiancée served. They had already set a wedding date, on the Lantern Festival. They planned to hold the wedding after returning