Now it was mid-November 1962, the three of them, mother and daughters, were already on vacation, and the first winter Xue in Hei Province had arrived. It wasn't heavy, but it still reached their ankles.
Qin Zheng's letter put An Yi in a passive position. Should she bring the two daughters over? He might not even care to see them.
Go by herself? She might even have to fulfill marital Yiwu.
Not go? They were already married, living apart in two places all year round; if she didn't go even when she was on vacation, it wasn't quite appropriate. If this dragged on, the Military Department might also have opinions.
Once an investigation was opened, their marriage would lose its meaning.
