Ying Tao had been sewing when she suddenly pricked her finger lightly. Blood flowed from the eye of the needle.
Ying Tao put her finger into her mouth to stop the bleeding and said, "Please hold on a second."
She walked to the door and slowly opened it.
Men in military uniform were standing outside the door.
The one standing at the very front held a wooden tray in his hands.
A letter and a box containing a military merit medal were on the wooden tray.
"Sister-in-law, how are you?" the soldier greeted her. "I am Comrade Zhou Hong's comrade in arms. Comrade Zhou Hong was killed in action. This is Comrade Zhou Hong's will and military merit medal."
Ying Tao took the wooden tray, confused. The spark in her eyes slowly faded. She suddenly felt a pinch in her heart.
At that moment, grief enveloped Ying Tao.
It was a bright, sunny day, but she felt cold.