Oh, Qin Yao doesn't count.
She's not feeling heavy-hearted at all because she just figured it out.
At this time, the likelihood that the conscripted villagers who haven't returned are gone is ninety-nine percent, probably buried somewhere unknown.
Or worse, they're not even buried, just rotting somewhere, with only a few bones left after being gnawed by wild beasts.
Liu Qi is tall and capable, and this young man is someone Qin Yao quite likes.
But the dead can't come back to life, so she can only pat the old village chief on the shoulder and offer her condolences.
The village chief looked bewildered, "Miss Qin, you don't seem worried about your Liu Ji, do you?"
The old man suddenly remembered that when conscripting villagers, Qin Yao was the only one in the village who voluntarily came to put down a name.
As for the others, it was either because he urged them or because they looked helpless, with no desire to undertake the forced labor.
