With a creak, the door of the gynecology clinic was shoved open.
"Meihong!"
Yin Minghong, clutching his left shoulder, froze. Seeing the heroic girl in a tightly fitted white shirt, he asked in surprise, "Qingmei, weren't you at home? What are you doing here?"
Mu Qingmei arched her willow brows. "I knew Jing Zhengwei calling you out couldn't mean anything good. And I knew you wouldn't come home for treatment even if you were injured. Sure enough, waiting for you here at Sister Hong's was the right call!"
Mu Qingmei and Yin Minghong had grown up together as siblings. More than ten years ago, slavery had been widespread, and the class struggle between the merchant associations and the workers had been at its fiercest. Riots and crackdowns had followed one another, leaving no shortage of broken families. Children like them, driven from their homes, had almost always banded together to survive—just like Bai Yulan and Black Flag.
But they had been lucky enough to meet cadres that White Night had planted in Profound Candle Prefecture to test the waters and establish operations. Under the care of the White Night Walkers, they had smoothly acquired an education and grown up. Once they were adults, they had naturally joined White Night.
While listening to Bai Yulan and the others converse, Yin Minghong had suddenly thought, If Bai Yulan and the others had encountered White Night back then, would everything have turned out differently?
But Yin Minghong also knew that on this land of silver and blood, their kind of luck was rare. What Bai Yulan and the others had faced was the reality most people had to accept.
Unlike Yin Minghong, Mu Qingmei was a woman, but her talent for combat arts was the best among all the boys and girls. Calling