Three days passed in the blink of an eye…
In the small hours before dawn, the streetlights were still on. Amid the swirling snowflakes, Zhou Jiao hugged her three sons one by one and watched them salute and leave.
Ever since she came into this world, she had always felt winters were bitterly cold; only this year did she realize there was another kind of cold, unprecedented, that froze all the way down to the depths of her heart.
On this winter dawn, she sent her sons off to war with laughter.
Tears?
Tears are the cornerstone of sorrow.
Even if her nose stung and somewhere inside she wanted to howl and scream to vent it all, she refused to let them carry any extra worry with them, and she found it inauspicious as well.
Her sons would definitely carry her blessings with them and return triumphant!
