Silence.
The Bai Family said nothing, and neither did the Base Commander.
Leng Yebai seemed to realize something, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, but he quickly masked it.
"May I see her photo?" Leng Yebai said, word by word.
"Yes... you can."
The Base Commander hurriedly fumbled in his arms and took out an old pocket watch, carefully handing it over to Leng Yebai.
Leng Yebai felt something warm placed in his hand, and when he looked down, he saw a pocket watch with its surface paint worn off.
The pocket watch looked very old, still carrying the body heat of the middle-aged man, and no longer emitted the sound of its ticking hands.
Leng Yebai gently pressed the button to open the pocket watch, but it did not spring open, showing no reaction.
Only then did Leng Yebai notice that the pocket watch button had been pressed numerous times, and the raised button no longer had any elasticity.
Leng Yebai could only carefully pry open the pocket watch with his fingers.
