The first few cabinets all had the same storage capacity, exactly one thousand, while the last two cabinets had one thousand and two. Shu Ying immediately found the two extra items.

As expected, these lists clearly recorded the amount of funds raised, the list of medicines, the destinations of the munitions and explosives, and the organizational units involved.

As she turned to another book, tears streamed down her face, and her fingers trembled slightly.

September 16, 1940.

Old Yang, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, a day for family reunion. The soldiers are all writing letters to their families. I know you will never receive them, but I still picked up my pen to write to you.

This is the third year since your sacrifice. Wan'er has also joined the underground work. She is now a beautiful young woman, and her features are increasingly resembling yours. At first, I was unwilling for her to do such work, but your daughter is like you. She shares the same aspirations as us. She convinced me with her actions, and I knew that she had grown up and I could no longer make any decisions for her.

The situation in China is becoming increasingly tense. Fortunately, we have sufficient funds to contribute our modest efforts to the organization. Morphine control is becoming increasingly strict, and we have come up with many ways to get it to the front lines.

The situation on the battlefield is not optimistic, but we have won several battles. The enemy is no match for us. Even though they have more advanced weapons, our comrades always manage to drive them away in terror. I think it won't be long before we achieve a complete victory.

Old Yang, people still mention you from time to time. I still can't believe you've left me. Wan'er also said she wants to carry on your legacy. She said we will see a stronger and more robust new motherland. I really look forward to that day.

I don't know when we will see the light, but I firmly believe that we made the right choice and that our descendants will stand tall. It's been three years since we last met. How are you?

On this day of family reunion, my children and I truly miss you. If you have some free time, perhaps you could visit me in a dream, so I can see what you look like now. When I reach the underworld, we will reunite, and then I will tell you our story of victory.

Shu Ying's heart clenched tightly. She couldn't imagine how dire the situation must have been, or the grief her grandmother must have felt when she wrote that letter.

Grandpa will never receive it; the lovers are forever separated by death. How many families were in such a state of displacement back then?

Even if Xie Zhiyan were to go to the battlefield now, at least she could see hope, and the flames of war would not reach her and her child.

Both families made equally admirable choices. After learning about his wife's work, the grandfather, as a family member, fully supported and cooperated with her secret work.

In the end, he was shot and killed by the enemy while covering for his grandmother. People are always extra reluctant to leave when facing death.

Shu Ying felt her face was wet and warm, and when she touched it with one hand, she realized that there were tears on her face.

"Grandma, Dad and Mom are being framed. Even though they're in the afterlife, they'll still be labeled as capitalists. But they made such a heroic decision. They shouldn't be treated like this. You and Grandpa must be very sad."

She looked at the old photo on the blackboard. No wonder people had said she didn't look like her parents since she was a child. In fact, she looked more like her maternal grandmother.

The woman in the photo is middle-aged, with fine lines visible at the corners of her eyes, but her eyes are exceptionally firm, and she exudes revolutionary energy.

Shu Ying felt heartbroken that someone as brave as her was now being misunderstood and unable to prove her innocence.