"Ah? Aren't all traps in the deep mountains? Why did you go so far?"
Yu Xiangqin was squatting at the kitchen doorway picking vegetables, starting from the alert, and sprang up from the ground, spilling a basin of green beans on the floor.
The clattering noise was particularly grating, and Yu Xiangqin immediately felt distressed, quickly bending over to pick up the beans.
"Yes, where exactly did you go? How are Sun Guanghui... and Wang Dong now? Are they still alive?"
No one expected that the first person to lose composure would be Wang Shumei.
Wang Shumei was always the most composed one at the Educated Youth Corps; unlike Wen Lan, who erupted at the slightest provocation, nor was she like Lin Nianhe, adept at handling all sides.
