In the slightly dim corridor, an Elf woman hurriedly walked to the door and knocked on it a few times with her hand.
The door was pulled open from inside, revealing the face of a haggard woman who asked with a trace of hope in her trembling voice, "Is there any news..."
"I'm sorry, Aunt Curley... I asked my husband, and he said, said, said that the frontline defeat is true, and now everyone is busy dealing with this matter." The young woman who knocked on the door replied somewhat embarrassedly.
Her husband worked in a government department, considered a minor official, so she didn't have to worry about her man being drafted and sent to the frontline.
And the haggard woman inside the door, named Curley, was her neighbor. Her two sons, one served in the 2nd Corps, and the other was in the 3rd Corps.
