Night fell.
The massive conscription operation was over.
Several families wailed, several wept.
White-haired parents burying their black-haired children, loving couples separated by death…
The entire Xiaomofang fell silent.
Yan Yu blew out the candles early, nervously guarding the back door, constantly looking out, both worried and hopeful.
Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. This wasn't acting; the atmosphere in Xiaomofang was truly like that. Which family living there wasn't heartbroken?
At midnight, a ghostly shadow suddenly appeared at the back door, raised its hand, and knocked six times in a rhythmic pattern of "light, heavy, heavy, light, heavy."
Yan Yu leaned closer, and a voice came from outside.
"It's me."
That familiar voice made Yan Yu extremely happy. She hurr
