Political Commissar Lei paused for a moment, then sighed:
"At least her daughter has grown up safe and sound! This...this is already the greatest blessing God has given us! Isn't it?"
As Zhou Shuhua listened, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
She kept nodding and making "uh-huh" sounds, but the tears flowed even more fiercely.
After a long pause, she finally managed to ask, her voice choked with sobs:
"Yes, it's God's mercy. But Lao Lei, Jianbang... why? He was clearly alive back then, right here in this remote mountain valley, why didn't he go home? Why didn't he send a message? Mom and Dad couldn't close their eyes in their dying moments, they were just thinking about him..."
She became increasingly agitated as she spoke, and struggled to sit up.
"No! I have to ask Li Guixiang! I have to find out! What exactly happened between Jianbang and his wife!"
"Mom! Mom! Don't move! Lie down!"
Lei Yuhua, who had been standing by her mother's side, quickly pressed down on her mother's shifting shoulders and said urgently,
"Ask! Of course I'll ask! While you were unconscious, Brother Huaichuan and Qiqi arranged everything perfectly!"
She gestured with her chin outwards.
"The village chief, Dr. Wang who treated my uncle back then, and several villagers who got along well with my uncle and aunt have all come and are waiting in the main room outside! They're just waiting for you to calm down and figure things out!"
As he spoke, he helped Zhou Shuhua lie down halfway.
Zhou Shuhua turned her head, her cloudy, tear-filled eyes looking again at the two silent figures by the window. Her lips trembled several times before she managed to squeeze out two words, her voice thick with nasal emotion:
"Thanks."
The sound was faint, drifting through the dimly lit room.
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