There's no mistake, it's her, it really is her.
Ji Yuanjie's pupils shrank suddenly, and the paper in his hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, his hand trembled uncontrollably. His face was pale, and the whole person appeared very disturbed.
"What's wrong with you?" Gong Liping asked worriedly.
It took Ji Yuanjie a long time to come back to his senses, his hand shook like someone with Parkinson's as he fumbled to fold the letter, "No... nothing! I have something to do, so I won't see you off to the train station." With that, he hurriedly left.
*****
Shen Zian and Li Erhua carried their luggage, transferred from a car, and then walked several dozen miles of mountain roads to reach the station where Third Uncle Shen Weixing's unit was located. When they arrived at the destination, she quickly recognized that this belonged to the 3rd Regiment of the 39th Division.
