"Bai Zemin."
As Bai Zemin regretted over the misfortune and wondered how to appease those who were fighting in the hope of seeing their loved ones again but still raising their weapons for his cause, the soft voice of Wu Yijun's mother served to bring him out of the gloom in which he found himself.
"Yes?"
Sun Ling did not know what Bai Zemin was thinking, she had no way of knowing. But in fact, it wasn't hard for an observant woman like her to notice that when the crush of her daughter opened the notebook and saw the contents his shoulders slumped weakly and the sparkle in his eyes dimmed noticeably. Maybe it was for that reason and because he was the person her daughter loved but Sun Ling couldn't help wishing to lift his spirit a little.
