In this era, they simply cannot live a good life.

Being born in a chaotic world was Cheng Muyun's predicament, but dedicating herself to the revolution was her choice.

Time passed slowly, and the river remained as calm as ever, showing no sign of large ships entering.

The two of them were getting sleepy while waiting, and in their drowsy state, they seemed to see some light flashing.

It was a lamp, a mast lamp, hanging high on the mast. As the ship swayed, the light came on and off, as if the wires weren't making a good connection.

But even this faint light was instantly spotted by the two of them.

Cheng Muyun suddenly gripped Xu Zhuohua's hand tightly, his heart leaping into his throat.

Who could be coming?

As the ship drew closer, Xu Zhuohua's heart pounded faster and faster.

That lamp was like her hope, struggling and relentlessly approaching, ever closer and closer.

Ignoring her prayers, they approached with undeniable force.

Cheng Muyun's reaction was enough to show how much he valued this matter.

Even though Xu Zhuohua had already told Cheng Muyun to pick up the gun, she was still afraid when the huge ship approached.

As the ship drew closer, its lights came on one by one, gradually becoming brightly lit.

The figures on the boat became clearer and clearer.

But their ship had no lights on; it was a ship of refugees, so how could it possibly have lights on?

The huge cargo ship gradually approached.

Xu Zhuohua recognized it; it was the Xu family's fastest cargo ship, frequently traveling on the east-south route.

At the bow of the ship stood a figure, tall and thin with broad shoulders, as if he could bear the weight of the entire world.

Xu Zhuohua's eyes were glued to the figure, but because of the backlighting, she couldn't make out who it was.

Even after the boats came to a stop, the distance between the two boats was still very far.

The ship was so tall that Cheng Muyun and Xu Zhuohua had to look up at the person.

Suddenly, the figure turned around, took a lamp, and held it in front of him.

That face was exactly the same as the sculpture in the school, only a little younger.

"Mu Yun, Zhuo Hua, is that you?"

It was Xiao Wuxin. He was waving his hand and looking at Cheng Muyun and Xu Zhuohua in the darkness by the light.