As the two were talking, an old woman rushed into the courtyard with a huff, "Hurry, hurry and tell the young lady, Mr. Duan from next door will be returning home in another cup of tea's time!,Even though Mingming was hurt, she pretended to be fine so as not to worry him.,The Duan family's gate next door was quite lively. On the battlefield, swords were merciless and many soldiers died on their horses. Not many survived to return home, and even fewer had a bright future.。