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The man in the video is Zhou Feng. Dao Wen could never forget his appearance and silhouette; even after ten or twenty years, she would still recognize him at first glance.
Dao Wen held Tong Le's phone with both hands, watching the tall figure in the video over and over again. She felt a mix of relief and sadness—though the dead had returned, their relationship had died at that funeral.
Tong Le noticed Dao Wen was lost in thought. She took back her phone and gently placed a hand on Dao Wen's shoulder. "Shall we go? If we’re going to see him, Hou Yi is the one to contact. I’ll reach out to him now."
Dao Wen remained silent. She had come here specifically to find Zhou Feng. She had waited here for a month and a half, while the distilleries back home had already been in operation for quite some time. Her family, Zhou Zishuo and Zhou Ting, had also come here several times, but since they couldn’t find Zhou Feng himself, they returned home to continue their work and lives.
Even she felt that she was being too stubborn and fixated on this; there was no need to stay here so desperately. Since Zong Zeyu and Zong Jin had already sent people to search thoroughly, she could simply wait for news back home. Yet, she refused to do so. She wanted to see him at the first opportunity; in fact, she fantasized about running into him in this chaotic border country. She entertained many impractical thoughts, even though deep down she was a rational and calm person—except when it came to Zhou Feng, where she always stumbled.
Dao Wen felt guilt and self-reproach; her emotions were spilling over as she quietly expressed her apologies. "I'm sorry, Tong Le, for making you stay with me for so long."
Tong Le comforted her, "Why are you suddenly saying this? Haven't we been having fun? We’ve tried so many delicious foods; I’ve even gained three pounds!"
Tong Le continued, "Shall we go? Let’s find Hou Yi now."
Dao Wen hesitated, her gaze evasive. "Can I not meet him right away? I want to see him from a distance first before deciding whether to meet."
Tong Le thought for a moment and nodded. "Alright then, I’ll contact Hou Yi now."
Ten minutes later, the four of them set off: Tong Le, Dao Wen, Zong Zeyu, and Zong Jin. Accompanied by their guide and bodyguards, they arrived at Hou Yi's location but were stopped by local guards before entering the area.
Not far ahead was a military-controlled zone that they could not access. The guards there were armed with rifles, creating an atmosphere of tension as if war could break out at any moment.
The vehicle stopped in a safe area. The guide said, "We can't go any further from here. You’d better have someone come out or have someone inside bring you in. But if your connections aren't strong enough, you won't get in either. Money won’t help here; they only recognize familiar faces."
Tong Le called Hou Yi. "I’m on my way," he said. "I’m heading towards the exit now, but they don’t allow outsiders in. I can only bring one person with me; you and Dao Wen should decide who goes in. Also, just a heads up—I feel like Zhou Feng is different from what you might expect. Be prepared for that."
Tong Le didn’t have time to dig deeper; after hanging up, she turned to Dao Wen and said, "Hou Yi can only take one person inside. You should go with him; keep your phone on throughout the process. With Hou Yi there, it should be fine."
Dao Wen seemed distracted and hesitant.
Zong Jin spoke up first, "I’ll go."
Zong Zeyu countered, "What do you mean you’ll go? Does Zhou Feng even know you? What would you talk about? What’s your relationship with him?"
Seeing Dao Wen lose her courage to meet him, Tong Le thought for a moment and suggested, "Then let me go in! I can talk to Zhou Feng; I know how to handle it. Once both he and Dao Wen are ready, we can arrange for them to meet."
Zong Zeyu immediately rejected this idea. "No way! How can you be so reckless? What kind of place do you think it is inside? You’re too fragile! What if Hou Yi tricks you? No way!"
Zong Zeyu was about to get out of the car when Tong Le stopped him. "You going is no better than Zong Jin going! You both would just complicate things! Besides Dao Wen and me, anyone else going in would just be a distraction!"
Tong Le's gaze fell on Dao Wen once more. She saw Dao Wen with her head lowered, delicate hands supporting her forehead, not uttering a single word. Tong Le understood that Dao Wen still lacked the courage to face the situation.
Before long, Hou Yi arrived by the car.
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