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Yu Suihuan brought Wang Zhaoran and Yang Qinghe into the space, where Bai Jie found the best doctors for them. Unfortunately, Wang Zhaoran succumbed to his injuries due to excessive blood loss and passed away. Yu Suihuan buried him on the second mountain of the space, a place rich in spiritual energy and beautiful scenery. He remembered that when he had come with Bai Jie before, they had been fortunate enough to see a white deer. Surely, resting here would spare him from loneliness.
Yang Qinghe, on the other hand, gradually regained consciousness under the doctors' diligent care, though his body remained extremely weak. The battle had lasted nearly a month, resulting in almost thirty thousand casualties. Yang Guangyi, as a mentor, personally led a troop into the frontline of the war and ultimately sacrificed himself heroically.
While clearing the battlefield, they discovered Yang Qinghe's cherished weapon deeply embedded in an enemy's chest. Surrounding it were dozens of charred corpses. In this battle, Yang Qinghe personally killed many enemies and was thus awarded first-class merit and recognized as a first-class combat hero.
The Yang family was filled with loyalty and bravery; there were no cowards among them. When the tragic news reached Jing City, Yang Yi was overwhelmed with grief and fainted several times. "Mom, sister, actually, Yang Qinghe is not dead!" Yang Yi and Yang Qingping thought Yu Suihuan had lost his mind due to excessive sorrow.
"Xiao Huan, I know you’re heartbroken! But you’re still carrying Yang Qinghe’s child; you must take care of yourself!" Yang Yi said tearfully. "Mom, I’m telling the truth; Yang Qinghe is really not dead!"
"Not dead? How could that be possible?" Yang Yi wiped her tears away, unsure if Yu Suihuan was speaking truthfully, but she hoped it was real.
"Xiao Huan, what do you mean?" Yang Qingping also wiped her eyes and asked uncertainly.
"I’m certain; Yang Qinghe is truly alive. He was severely injured and needs time to recover; I promise!"
Yu Suihuan felt a pang of sadness as she saw Yang Yi and Yang Qingping distressed, tears welling up in her eyes once again.
"Alright, alright, Xiao Huan, your mother believes you. But you mustn't cry anymore; be careful not to disturb the baby!"
Regardless of the truth, having hope was better than having none at all.
As time passed, Yang Qinghe's injuries gradually improved. Under the doctor's care, he was able to get out of bed and engage in some light exercise.
Yang Qinghe was no longer suited to live in the Seventies, having been declared dead. He decided to stay in the space from now on.
After holding back for a long time, Yu Suihuan finally confessed to him about her space and told him how she had saved Wang Zhaoran.
Both felt a sense of debt towards Wang Zhaoran; beyond paying their respects, they wanted to do something more for him.
Wang Zhaoran had no children of his own, only two godsons, Wang Heng and Wang Yan.
Wang Heng was a man of good character—upright, loyal, kind-hearted, and filial. After careful consideration, Yu Suihuan decided to bring Wang Heng into the space to live.
As the saying goes, "You can tell a child’s future at three." Although Wang Yan was already eight or nine years old, he did not compare favorably to his brother in any aspect.
He was full of lies and lacked respect for the Two Grandmas, often causing them distress with his words. Yu Suihuan was quite worried about this; she had not intended to give up on Wang Yan and even tried talking to him in hopes of guiding him onto the right path. However, the boy was stubborn and resistant, spouting nonsense that only frustrated her further.
Yu Suihuan made an immediate decision to place Wang Yan in Wang Zhaoran's former house, leaving him to live alone in Shi Gou Village.
Her godfather had endured through tough times; why couldn't he?
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