The sea breeze was howling outside.

After Ling Huanwu finished wiping Zhou Jiuzhen's body and covering him with a blanket, she continued drawing the school uniform design.

The kerosene lamp in the room stayed on until midnight before it naturally went out.

Qin Jinshen pulled open the wooden bolt and crawled in through the window.

He leaned over and looked at the woman sleeping on the table through the moonlight streaming through the window. He gently brushed away the stray hairs from her forehead, and his eyes gradually welled up with tears.

Standing up, Qin Jinshen looked at Zhou Jiuzhen, who was lying motionless on the bed. Without hesitation, he drew a short knife from his sleeve and slowly walked towards the man who was now powerless.

Just as he raised his hand to stab Zhou Jiuzhen in the heart, Ling Huanwu behind him moved and accidentally knocked over the kerosene lamp on the table.

"Nine shocks!"

Ling Huan suddenly stood up and rushed to the bedside, embracing Zhou Jiuzhen who was lying motionless on the bed.

She was covered in cold sweat, and her eyes were filled with lingering fear.

She just had a nightmare.

Zhou Jiuzhen lay on the bed, his chest stained red with blood, his heart no longer beating.

She was awakened by this scene.

The thought of Zhou Jiuzhen's death made her heart ache as if it were being slowly tortured.

If he dies, it means the space will be closed forever.

That means Aunt Liu, Aunt Gao, and Daya will never be able to come back.

Ling Huanwu's breathing quickened, tears streaming down her face. She hugged the person in her arms tightly, "Jiuzhen, don't worry, we'll have money soon. I'll take you to Hong Kong for treatment!"

In the darkness, Qin Jin hid outside the wall, watching this scene through the window with a heart full of anguish, unaware that a small knife had cut his palm.

I spent a sleepless night.

Ling Huanwu took the finished design to the sewing team and asked the aunties to work on it overnight.

When the aunties saw the design drawings for the new school uniform, they couldn't help but wonder, "Why didn't you use the design you drew yesterday? But this style seems more comfortable to wear."

Ling Huanwu recalled the drawings on the table yesterday that looked like they had been moved, but she didn't say much. She just lowered her voice and told everyone to keep it a secret and not to leak the clothing design.

Although the aunties didn't know why, they nodded in agreement and immediately began cutting fabric to finish the job.

Thirty-five garments were quickly made by noon the following day.

After carefully folding the clothes and packing them into a box, Ling Huanwu rushed to the dock and spent twenty yuan to hire a fishing boat from the fishing commune to deliver the goods to the city.

A group of aunties from the neighboring village who came to Stone Village to go beachcombing saw Ling Huanwu spending twenty yuan to deliver goods, and they all laughed so hard they couldn't stand up straight. "Is this a capitalist's daughter? Saying she's going to lead our Wantan Island to rebuild our homes? She can't even earn a yuan per piece of clothing, and she's spending twenty yuan to deliver goods. After deducting the aunties' work points, she'll probably have to pay out of her own pocket!"

"Who cares about her? She's the commander's chosen daughter-in-law, of course he'll boast a bit. After all, anyone can brag, hahaha..."

Laughter filled the air beneath the mudflats.

Ling Huanwu ignored them and hurriedly urged the boatman to start the engine, sailing away from the sarcastic and mocking voices.

After the people had gone far away, Zhao Jingxiang boarded another hired fishing boat and followed them from a distance.

Inside the city center auditorium.

Ling Huanwu delivered the clothes to the teacher waiting backstage on time.

As the children put on their school uniforms according to their sizes, their innocent smiles shone even brighter, and each one exuded confidence.

The children politely waved goodbye to her and went backstage to prepare for their performance.

Ling Huanwu turned and went to the front of the auditorium to watch the children sing.

Before she could even find a chair to sit down, her attention was drawn to the school uniforms worn by children from another school on stage.

It turned out to be the same school uniform design she had previously created.

Ling Huanwu's eyes darkened. Fortunately, she had been in the business world for many years and had developed a habit of vigilance. Otherwise, her sewing team's reputation would have been ruined today by someone plagiarizing her clothes.

The performance went very smoothly.

The female principal who had ordered the school uniforms from her readily handed over the money to Ling Huanwu. "Captain Ling, there are actually many sewing teams in our city, but it's rare to find a sewing team like yours that can design comfortable styles for children. Consider this extra twenty yuan as our gratitude for using such good fabric."

Ling Huanwu looked at the money the principal handed her, and under the principal's shocked gaze, she turned around and returned it.

"Consider these school uniforms a donation from our Stone Village to the children."

She looked at the group of children behind the principal, who were happily touching their school uniforms. Some of them had lifeless eyes, some just smiled foolishly, and some were even using crutches...

These are a group of little angels with broken wings.

They sang praises to their motherland and their love for life with the sweetest voices.

The waves of sound that just rang out in the auditorium were the winds that helped them spread their wings and the courage that gave them the strength to overcome all obstacles.

Everyone is proud of them, and even more so admires the educators who have worked tirelessly behind the scenes to bring them to the stage.

The female principal waved her hand repeatedly, insisting on stuffing the money into Ling Huanwu's hands, "Wan Tan Island suffered a storm surge last year, and we didn't even have time to donate money, how can we take your money?"

Ling Huanwu's eyes were firm as she stuffed the money into the female principal's patched cloth bag. "Principal, consider this money a token of my love. If you really want to thank me, please take me for a tour of the school!"

The female principal, unable to refuse, nodded with tears in her eyes.

A bus pulled up at the entrance of the auditorium.

The children enthusiastically pulled Ling Huanwu into the car.

As soon as I got on the bus, I saw a man in his sixties, dressed in a Zhongshan suit and looking like a leader, sitting on the bus, smiling and greeting the female principal.

At this moment, Ling Huanwu's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

This time, she really made the right bet.

With the introduction of the female principal, Ling Huanwu was able to meet the director of the council of the municipal supply and marketing cooperative.

In her previous life, she had also come here to donate supplies to children at a special school.

On the photo wall, she saw a picture of the director of the supply and marketing cooperative, who was frequently featured in the domestic newspapers, with the children.

Only then did I learn that this director also regularly donated supplies to the school, and he would come to the school whenever there was a holiday.

She initially wanted to make free school uniforms for the children on the island, just to get in touch with him.

Originally, she intended to use the finished school uniforms she had made and their rankings to recommend herself to the principal of this special school.

Unexpectedly, their teacher took the lead in placing an order, which made it easier for them to meet the principal and the benefactor who could help their sewing team soar to new heights.

On the way to school, the female principal kept praising Ling Huanwu's sewing team, which made the director of the council nod repeatedly.

Ling Huanwu also chimed in at the right time, talking about some of the current popular styles in the clothing industry, and even drew a few clothing styles on the spot that were not too avant-garde but in line with the current tastes of the general public. They had a little bit of innovation, but not much.

But these blueprints were enough to catch the eye of this seasoned and influential man.

Director He shifted his gaze from the blueprints to Ling Huanwu's face, his expression suddenly becoming serious.