"Mother, have you gone to the nearby villages to look for Aunt?" Shen Qinglan asked.
"Of course we did," Dong Yao sighed lightly. "We've searched all the nearby villages, and everyone said they haven't seen her."
Alive, we need to see the person; dead, we need to see the body. Dong Lian's disappearance is a complete mystery.
Shen Qinglan just hoped that wherever she was, she could live well!
Ever since the shocking prices in the town spread, the refugees no longer had any intention of entering the town.
The people had become quite honest, eating when they should, drinking when they should, behaving very obediently.
That afternoon, Shen Qinglan was resting in her room when she heard the voices of Shen Qinghe and Shen Qingju outside the door.
"Qinglan, there's something for you."
Upon hearing this, Shen Qinglan got up and opened the door, only to see the two of them holding several pieces of clothing.
Once inside, they placed the clothes on her bed.
