The next day.
Early morning.
Before dawn, Ruth Upperton opened her eyes and saw on the narrow bed by the window:
It seems they behaved and didn't sneak away last night.
At this moment.
The weather outside the window is clear, not a cloud in the sky, and the sun is slowly rising in the east.
The leaves of the trees, washed by the rain, appear even greener and full of vibrant life.
She's in an exceptionally good mood; if all goes well, Xander should be on his way now, right?
Thinking of this.
She quietly left the hospital ward and dialed the Foster Family.
Feng Ying answered, "Xiaorou, you're up too, huh? I was just about to tell you the good news!"
"Has Xiu'er already set off for the frontline?" Ruth Upperton asked eagerly.
"Yes, he left after four in the morning. The old King himself saw him off. Isn't that quite the honor?" Feng Ying was proud; such an excellent young man should marry her granddaughter someday!
