"They let Wei Qintian stay at home, letting Lang go to lose his life. They really know how to scheme!"
The Yu Family looked at Wei Zhao.
"Child, you've suffered a lot these years, haven't you?"
"How old were you when you left?"
"Fortunately, you're back. Once you get better, live well with your wife, and give your parents a grandchild."
Hui Niang had a moment of daze; there were scattered tears in her eyes.
"Right."
She murmured, "Fortunately, Lang is alright."
Wei Zhao half-lowered his eyes and didn't speak.
Yu Tingwan was even more silent than usual.
Both she and Wei Zhao knew.
Wei Shen didn't last two years in the military camp; he was completely buried at the border.
He was young but trained desperately. At the last moment when he closed his eyes, he might still have been unwilling.
His parents and sister were all waiting for his safe return.
But Wei Shen could never return.
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