Wang Lin's youthful recklessness had ruined his future. Although he had no regrets, he still felt a tinge of sorrow whenever he thought of his life in the military. This time, he didn't wear the work clothes that Lu Jiaxin had bought for him but instead pulled out two sets of half-worn clothes and carried an old, worn-out luggage bag.
It was after four in the afternoon when he reached the village, and the road was mostly empty.
Upon arriving home, Wang Lin pushed open the door to find his sister cradling a child, sitting on a small stool, crying bitterly, while their mother sat beside her, wiping away tears.
Father Wang and Mother Wang had six children in total. Wang Lin was the fourth, with an older sister and two older brothers above him, and a younger brother and a younger sister below him.
Seeing this scene, Wang Lin's joy at returning home vanished in an instant. He asked with a worried expression, "Mother, Little Sister, what's happened at home?"
