The morning fog had not completely dispersed yet, and the deployment site was enveloped in an unusual tension.
An invisible strain spread through the air, overpowering the usual morning fatigue and numbness.
Nan Zhubin got up quietly, without disturbing Li Lingling, who was still sound asleep on the adjacent camp bed. He performed a simple wash-up, and the cold water stimulated his facial skin, banishing any residual drowsiness.
He walked to the entrance of the rest area, lifted the curtain, and the morning's cool air mixed with the scent of soil and dew flooded into his lungs.
The sky was on the verge of dawn, and the deployment site was still shrouded in a misty gray-blue hue. Yet a "movement" different from usual mornings was like a stone thrown into still water, sending ripples throughout Nan Zhubin's keen perception.
