Wang Xue finally managed to pull herself together and returned to the Educated Youth Corps, only to discover that there was not a single person at home.
She was a bit dazed, searching inside and out with wide eyes, confirming that indeed there was not a single soul around.
By the kitchen side, there was a basin of soil-covered string beans, with a few scattered on the floor, still not picked up.
Seeing that it was getting late, Wang Xue felt somewhat at a loss.
Cluelessly, she picked up the string beans, then had no idea what she should do next. Standing in the courtyard, she felt utterly helpless and began to question her life.
Just then, a figure covered in mud and grass stumbled in.
Seeing a living person, Wang Xue's eyes lit up as she approached him, "Fu Aiguo, what happened to you? Where has everyone gone?"
Fu Aiguo's lips were tightly sealed, one hand pressing against his right thigh, head lowered without speaking.
