They're here.
Hearing Old Lady Fang's words, Fang Yuxiu's hand gripped the back of the chair, and her heart constricted. She stared, wide-eyed, outside.
Was it good news or bad news?
Was he alive or dead?
"Red! Red!" cried Old Lady Fang. "Nineteen years, nineteen years."
She was pressed against the window, shouting what sounded like incoherent and completely unrelated words.
But Fang Yuxiu understood.
Nineteen years, they had waited so many times for news of their loved ones.
Waited for the news of Grandfather losing his life.
Waited for news of Father losing his life.
Waiting for the news of Little Brother losing his life.
The piles of
Now, what they waited for was here. Finally, there was a change.
