“They will be proud of you…” Lu Yun Shen gently kissed the top of her head, and the scent of shampoo wafted into her nose.

He always felt that the same shampoo smelled sweeter when Lin Ziyan used it.

A gentle evening breeze carries the delicate fragrance of osmanthus blossoms.

At the other end of the village,

Li Zhaodi was riding her bicycle, the handlebars wobbling, and she almost fell over several times.

She worked two extra hours today, and it was already dark when she came out.

The wind was howling all the way, and she was in a hurry to get home, so she took a shortcut.

Thinking of those people she had encountered, a chill ran through Li Zhaodi.

"Mother, why are you so late today?"

"I almost went to borrow a bicycle to look for you." Wei Caixia saw her and quickly went up to her.

Li Zhaodi's face turned ashen. She handed the bicycle to her daughter, leaned against the wall, and walked into the house.

A kerosene lamp was lit in the main room, its flame flickering wildly inside the glass shade.

"Why aren't the lights on?" Li Zhaodi asked suspiciously after sitting down.

Wei Caixia propped her bicycle up in the yard. "The light bulb burned out, and the convenience store just happened to be sold out."

The sound of Wei Er snoring could already be heard from the inner room.

Li Zhaodi quickly ladled out a bowl of soup and drank it, one sentence still echoing in her mind:

Another enemy agent has been captured in Haibi Village, and it's a villager.

"Girl, what's been happening in the village lately?" Li Zhaodi asked casually, but she was actually very anxious inside.

The person who said that also mentioned his son, Wei Sheng.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have panicked and ridden her bike back in a wobbly, unsteady manner.