Shen Weimin watched as Mr. Shi suddenly stopped walking mid-sentence, clasped his hands behind his back, and gazed up at the sky. After a moment's thought, he decided not to interrupt or prompt him.
Grandpa Shi had never been a particularly eloquent man, yet his words were packed with points worth pondering. Especially that last sentence.
'Luckily, he was hidden in a cellar to be treated and to recover from his injuries?' That sentence was problematic. If it was "lucky," it implied the person wasn't a comrade—otherwise, you wouldn't need to use the word "lucky."
'Then the next question arises. If he wasn't a comrade, then with the entire city under martial law, who could this person have been? In my past life, I never heard anyone mention this matter…'
Mr. Shi let out a long breath. 'That was close. I almost couldn't stop myself from mentioning that woman, Wang Shaoyao!' He took another deep breath, trying his best to appear completely natural.
