Argesukov, early morning.
The whole city was unable to sleep because the distant sound of artillery never ceased.
Alekseyevna was no different as she sat by the window, leaning against the wall, listening to the distant artillery.
As soon as dawn broke, Aunt Luna hurriedly descended the stairs, rushed to the reception desk, and peering through the window, asked Alekseyevna, "Has the artillery sound gotten closer?"
Alekseyevna replied, "Even if it has, we can't tell. We aren't seasoned soldiers born and bred on the battlefield; we've only heard artillery once in these two years."
That one time, of course, referred to when Argesukov fell.
Aunt Luna sighed heavily, "That's true. I just had a dream. I dreamt of Xie Na who used to live on the third floor. I told her we were going to win, that Argesukov was going to be liberated, and then Xie Na covered her mouth and started crying—despite being over there, she still weeps."