The moment the call ended, the smile on Jiang Qiuqiu's face vanished.
She had kept up a lively front during the conversation because she didn't want Mo Si's mood to worsen.
But—
His return was delayed.
Something that had remained unchanged for 20 years was suddenly different.
'Why can't he come back?' She opened the Star Network and began to search meticulously.
In all previous years, the troops stationed at the Pole would be withdrawn in rotations only because the insect tide had receded and the Insect Race had entered hibernation.
'So this year, the insect tide hasn't receded? The Insect Race hasn't gone into hibernation?'
A thousand thoughts raced through her mind, but being away from Mo Si, there was nothing she could do.
Her gaze distant, she opened her cloud storage and found a picture she had secretly saved.
