On the fifteenth day of the school term, Lin Nianhe sat inside No. 88 Courtyard, staring blankly southwards.
Since they left, she had only heard real news about them from Mr. Lin once—they were all fine, unharmed.
When war was raging, making a phone call was a luxury, and there was simply no time for romantic sentiments.
That scenario of soothing a loved one to sleep with the sound of guns and cannons as background music was simply impossible.
Counting on her fingers, she murmured softly, "They should be back soon, right?"
A few days ago, news of the victory in the self-defense war and troops withdrawing had already been relayed.
Considering the time, they should be home by now, right?
"Woof!"
Feng Ling suddenly stretched out her front paws and placed them on Lin Nianhe's leg.
Lin Nianhe instinctively looked down, meeting Feng Ling's watery eyes.
It gently nudged her leg, seemingly comforting her.
Lin Nianhe reached out to rub its head and said softly, "Thank you."
