"Ugh, you’re such a foul mouth. You’re the one who’s finished."
"Your husband still has a photo of his ex-girlfriend in his wallet, showing he can’t let go of old feelings.
What else could it mean if not that you’ve got a problem? Don’t be silly, come back quickly." Chloe Wilder thought Ivy Miller was being naive, unable to grasp such a simple truth.
"Who doesn’t have a past? My uncle has already confessed everything to me.
Besides... his past is married too, there’s no way they could be together now."
"I told you to stop watching those silly Korean dramas, but you wouldn’t listen.
Why don’t you read some novels? Nowadays, there are naive girls everywhere.
Even after getting married, someone can still come back and take him away from you in an instant.
Don’t be foolish, listen to a sister’s advice.
If he can’t forget that woman, you’ll never get a chance in this life.
For all men, the most unforgettable is always the previous relationship."
Ivy Miller felt the last sentence made some sense, but...
"He handed over the photo for me to deal with, saying it was his mistake and that he should forget the past now that he’s married.
He told me about his past so that we could be honest with each other.
He’s my husband now, I should choose to trust him."
Hearing Ivy Miller say this, Chloe Wilder felt she had matured: "So hasn’t he mentioned any plans about when he’ll come back?
Surely, he doesn’t plan to stay forever in a place where not even rabbits go, right?
Or are you planning to stay there your whole life?"
Ivy Miller thought about it. This was indeed a serious issue.
She couldn’t really live there her entire life.
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In the middle of summer, every time she bathed, it felt like a stealth operation. Twice she had to stop midway because the water was cut off, which was a terrible feeling.
"He’s here because of the military. What can I do about it?"
"With his skills, he could shine anywhere, why insist on staying there?
If you can’t, persuade him, have him come back. That’s what’s truly good for you.
Surely he doesn’t plan to work there his whole life."
Ivy Miller was persuaded by Chloe Wilder. She planned to talk to him when he came back.
After hanging up, she kept organizing her thoughts, pondering how to bring it up without being too pushy.
Once she figured out a way to say it, she snuggled into her blanket for a nap.
Because of the cloudy weather and power outage, when she woke up, the room was as dark as night.
The rain was still ongoing, and she wondered when it was planning to stop.
Was it intended to rain for a hundred years?
She reached for her phone to turn on the flashlight, but upon checking the time, her heart dropped. It was six o’clock.
Why hadn’t Henry Sullivan come back? Didn’t he know she’d be worried?
It was really unfair. If he wasn’t coming back, couldn’t he at least call?
Less than ten minutes passed before there was a knock at the door, and someone called out: "Sister-in-law, are you there?"
With her phone’s flashlight, Ivy Miller got out of bed, put on her slippers, and went to open the door.
As soon as she opened it, a blast of cold wind rushed in, making her shiver.
It was the cookhouse’s young warrior delivering food to her.
"Sister-in-law, you must be starving. The line’s down, and this weather isn’t favorable for repairs. There’s no electricity, and we just finished cooking this meal."
Ivy Miller stepped aside to let the young warrior in: "How come Captain Sullivan hasn’t returned? It’s already six o’clock."
The young warrior from the cookhouse seemed troubled: "Sister-in-law, I just heard from my comrades that something happened in the village over there, and someone from our troops got injured."