The next day.
Before the sky brightened, Yang Dingchu had already woken up. He got up and cleaned himself up, and looking at his wife who was still sleeping soundly, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
"Obediently wait for my return."
After Yang Dingchu walked out of the door, he opened his eyes, which were filled with unwillingness to part.
He wanted to send them off, but he was afraid that he would have to follow them.
There were still a lot of things in the family. Since her elder sister-in-law was pregnant with children, she couldn't be willful and leave.
They could only watch as he left.
New Year's Eve was supposed to be a good day for a family reunion.
However, their Yang Family were all shrouded in faint sadness.
There was no need to mention the dangers involved in Yang Dingchu's journey this time. On the battlefield, life and death only lasted for an instant.