Seven days later.
Holding the intelligence reward given by the military district, a large plate of fresh meat soup with mashed potatoes, Situ Mo cried like rain!
Of the seven in the group, only he managed to escape back, but what he faced was even more despairing and heart-wrenching.
"Where is my wife, my daughter!?"
Upon returning to the refugee camp, not seeing the figures of his wife and daughter, the bedraggled Situ Mo roared like an evil wolf. Two women staying behind brightened their eyes at the smell of the meat soup with mashed potatoes!
"Ahaha, so Mo is back. Your daughter had a high fever three days ago and passed away. We've mourned for a long time. She was such a lovely little girl."
As she spoke, the woman approached Situ Mo, her weary old body trying to show some charm.
