Too many female prisoners, a special forces soldier transmigrates and marries wildly.

With the fortifications largely complete, life in the small courtyard seemed to settle into a tense yet orderly rhythm. Daytime labor, nighttime vigilance, simple yet warm meals. Among the three women, a tacit understanding transcending social status and bordering on sisterhood arose from this shared goal and lifestyle. Shi Xiu's straightforwardness, Liu Yun's meticulousness, and A Yue's silent resilience complemented each other wonderfully in this small world.

However, an unavoidable problem, like a hidden reef beneath the surface, gradually surfaced as Lin Feng's return date quietly approached.

Lin Feng was their husband in name and in contract. The marriage certificate still existed; they were wives he had earned through military merit. But aside from the initial resettlement and daily interactions, aside from the life-and-death battle they fought together that night, aside from the growing dependence and affection, the most substantial marital relationship remained unresolved. Lin Feng never overstepped the bounds, always adhering to an almost strict boundary, sleeping on the floor, keeping watch at night, teaching them self-defense, but never taking that step.

At first, they were perhaps relieved, relieved that they didn't have to immediately face that unfamiliar fear and humiliation. But as time went on, especially as this "home" became more and more like a home, as Lin Feng's figure filled every corner of their lives, and as their hearts were involuntarily drawn to him, this "respectful" state turned into a kind of unspeakable torment and... unease.

They were his wives, but their marriage was not a real one. He protected them, raised them, and taught them how to survive, but it seemed as if he was merely fulfilling some kind of responsibility. If he continued like this, if he returned to his camp and never came back, or if he died on the battlefield... what were they? What was this "family"? They had no children, no real ties, and in this chaotic world, they remained rootless duckweed.

This lingering worry first became clear in the mind of the most observant Liu Yun. At night, she often tossed and turned, listening to Shi Xiu's even breathing beside her and the barely audible noises from A Yue in the corner. Her gaze would unconsciously drift towards the curtain—towards where Lin Feng sat on night watch. That silent, upright figure was a support she had never dared to hope for, but did this support truly belong to them?

One afternoon, Liu Yun was washing clothes by the river, and Shi Xiu was helping her. The river water was icy cold, so the two of them rolled up their sleeves and vigorously pounded the heavy winter clothes.

"Sister Xiu," Liu Yun suddenly whispered, her voice mostly drowned out by the sound of flowing water, "is my husband's vacation... coming to an end soon?"

Shi Xiu paused in his pounding of clothes, straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked towards the distant mountains outside the village, his eyes somewhat vacant: "Hmm, I heard him say that, I reckon... there's less than a month left."

Liu Yun bit her lower lip, mustered her courage, and lowered her voice even further: "Then...and then what? He went back to the military camp, and we..."

Shi Xiu remained silent. She had considered this question herself. Lin Feng was a border soldier, his life a constant battle, his return uncertain. Could the three women, with a child, and these few dilapidated houses and meager plots of land truly survive peacefully in this world? Even if Lin Feng left behind wealth, a household without a man to support it was like a vegetable garden without a fence—anyone could trample on it. The village head's family had only temporarily ceased their activities; who knew if they would return?

"I don't know." Shi Xiu's voice was a little dry, with a confusion rarely seen in women of the grasslands. "Back in the tribe, women followed men, bore children, herded livestock, and milked cows—it was all natural. But here... it's different. He's a good man, a hundred times better than those men in the tribe who only know how to drink and beat women, but he..." She didn't finish her sentence, but Liu Yun understood what she meant.

He was too good, so good that they felt it was unreal, so good that they felt anxious and insecure.

"Sister Xiu," Liu Yun's voice trembled slightly, yet remained unusually firm, "we are his wife, our names are on the marriage certificate. If he... if he leaves and never comes back, we'll have nothing left to hold onto. I... I don't want that."

Shi Xiu abruptly turned to look at Liu Yun, noticing her slightly reddened eyes, yet her gaze was strikingly bright. In that instant, Shi Xiu understood what Liu Yun hadn't said aloud. The vague, burning emotions she felt for this man seemed to be ignited by those words.

"You mean..." Shi Xiu's voice lowered, carrying the straightforwardness of a woman from the grasslands, "we have to...we have to become a real husband and wife with him?"

Liu Yun's face flushed instantly. She lowered her head, pounding her clothes with her fist, her voice barely audible: "I...I don't know what to do. But...but we can't go on like this. My husband...I don't know if he has us in his heart. But since we've followed him, we have to...we have to make this family real. Otherwise, I won't feel at ease."

Looking at Liu Yun's flushed profile, Shi Xiu recalled Lin Feng's steady and powerful hands as he taught her to wield a spear under the moonlight, his cold and stern profile as he killed the wild boar, and the calm look in his eyes when he handed her the heavy money bag for safekeeping... A surge of emotion, a mixture of shyness, longing, and determination, rushed into her heart.

"You're right." Shi Xiu's voice returned to its usual crispness, even carrying a hint of ruthlessness. "We're his women, so we have to act like women. If he's embarrassed, are we just supposed to wait around like this for the rest of our lives?"

The two looked at each other and saw a similar determination and an undisguised shyness in each other's eyes.

That night, after Shi Cao'er fell asleep, Shi Xiu and Liu Yun called A Yue to the kitchen. The fire in the stove had gone out, with only a few embers flickering faintly.

A-Yue stood silently, the ash on her face barely visible in the dim light, but her eyes remained calm as always, carrying a questioning quality.

Shi Xiu, being impatient, cut to the chase, lowering her voice to say, "A-Yue, my husband's vacation is almost over. There are some things we need to discuss."

Liu Yun blushed even more, lowered her head, and twisted the hem of her clothes with her fingers.

A-Yue didn't say anything, she just watched them quietly.

Shi Xiu took a deep breath and went all out: "We are his wives, we can't continue living like this in ambiguity. He... he's a good man, we should... we should leave him an heir, and also leave a line for ourselves, for this family."

These words were so blunt and direct that the air in the kitchen seemed to freeze.

A-Yue remained silent for a long time. Just when Shi Xiu thought she wouldn't respond, her low, hoarse voice finally broke through, calm and unwavering: "How can I stay?"

Shi Xiu and Liu Yun were both taken aback. Ah Yue's words seemed to... imply agreement? And the question was very practical.

Liu Yun mustered her courage and whispered, "I...I've thought about it. My husband is alone, and the three of us...can't all be together. Besides, Cao'er is still young and needs someone to take care of her. How about...how about we take turns...taking turns serving my husband?"

After saying that, she almost buried her head in her chest.

Shi Xiu's face was burning, but she forced herself to say, "Yes! We'll take turns! Clean up that small hut on the east side where we store odds and ends, make it clean, and put out thick straw mats and new quilts. Whoever's turn it is, they'll go there tonight. The other two will sleep in the main room with Cao'er."

This was the least embarrassing and most dignified way they could think of.

A-Yue was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

She didn't ask who went first or last, seemingly unconcerned, or perhaps she had already tacitly approved of Shi Xiu and Liu Yun's arrangement.

The three reached a tacit agreement. Over the next few days, they began to work discreetly. Liu Yun took out the best piece of coarse cloth Lin Feng had bought last time and quickly made a thick new quilt. Shi Xiu and A Yue thoroughly cleaned out the small shack on the east side, re-plastered the walls, raised the floor and laid dry grass, and built a simple low platform with wooden planks, covering it with a thick layer of dry grass. Although still rudimentary, it was a more private space than before, providing shelter from the wind and rain.

Lin Feng was busy going into the mountains to check for traps, planning a longer warning route, and secretly observing the movements of the village head's family. He didn't pay much attention to the women's subtle actions, assuming they were just doing housework.

With everything prepared, another problem arose – who would go first?

Shi Xiu was a woman from the grasslands, known for her fiery temper and boldness; logically, she should have been the one to go first. But seeing Liu Yun's apprehensive yet expectant eyes, she gritted her teeth and said, "Yunniang, you go first."

Liu Yun looked up in surprise: "Me? Sister Ah Xiu, this...how can this be? You are...?"

"You're from a scholarly family, you're thoughtful and caring," Shi Xiu interrupted her, her face slightly flushed, but her tone firm. "We don't know what our husband is thinking. You go first and talk to him properly... We... we're both sincere. I... I'm a bit rough around the edges, I'm afraid I'll mess it up."

This reason was half true and half false. Shi Xiu was also afraid, afraid of her clumsiness, afraid that Lin Feng wouldn't like it. Letting Liu Yun go first was both to accommodate Liu Yun's feelings and a test.

Liu Yun looked at Shi Xiu, then at the silent A Yue, and finally nodded, her voice barely audible yet resolute: "Okay... I'll go first."

That night, after dinner, Lin Feng prepared to keep watch at the gate of the courtyard as usual.

Liu Yun suddenly called out to him, her cheeks flushed crimson in the firelight, her voice trembling: "Husband...husband, the east room...is ready, and new bedding has been laid out. The floor is cold, you...you can sleep there."

Lin Feng paused, looking at Liu Yun. She had her head down, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, her body trembling slightly, yet she tried to straighten her back. He then looked at Shi Xiu and A Yue beside her. Shi Xiu turned her face away, pretending to clear the dishes, but her ears were bright red. A Yue, meanwhile, kept her eyes downcast, staring at her toes, motionless.

In an instant, Lin Feng understood.

He wasn't oblivious to the growing affection and dependence the women had shown him during their time together. However, accustomed to missions and solitude in his past life, and facing a chaotic and perilous world in this one, he had focused most of his energy on survival and defense, intentionally or unintentionally neglecting this relationship. Now, with their return date approaching, they had used this method to express their feelings and also to voice their anxieties.

He looked at the three women before him. Shi Xiu's fierceness and loyalty, Liu Yun's gentleness and resilience, and A Yue's silence and protection. They were no longer the numb and desperate symbols of the prisoner-of-war camp, but living, breathing people who had built this "home" with him.

In chaotic times, promises seem so fragile. But they chose the simplest, yet most poignant, way to completely bind their fates to his.

A complex mix of emotions welled up in Lin Feng's heart. There was a sense of responsibility, pity, and perhaps... even a slight flutter of emotion that he himself was unaware of.

"Okay." He heard his own calm voice ring out, carrying a soothing power.

Liu Yun suddenly looked up, her eyes instantly filling with tears, whether from excitement or relief, it was hard to tell. Shi Xiu also stopped pretending to be busy and quietly looked over. A Yue still had her head down, but her shoulders seemed to have relaxed a little.

Lin Feng didn't say much, turning to walk towards the cleaned-up east room. Pushing open the door, a dry, woody scent mixed with the smell of new cloth wafted out. On the simple low couch lay a thick mat of dry straw, upon which sat a newly sewn, rough yet sturdy quilt. A small oil lamp sat on a stone table in the corner, casting a dim, warm light.

He closed the door, took off his coat and leather armor, and placed them aside. Sitting on the low couch, he could faintly hear the barely audible voices coming from the main room, along with Shi Cao'er's indistinct murmurs in her sleep, followed by the sound of the door closing gently.

Night fell, and all was quiet.

After an unknown amount of time, the door was gently pushed open a crack. Liu Yun, head bowed, squeezed in sideways and quickly closed the door behind her. She had changed into a relatively clean old dress, and her hair had been recombed and tied into a simple bun at the back of her head, adorned with the most ordinary wooden hairpin Lin Feng had bought from the county town. In the candlelight, her delicate face was flushed, her long eyelashes drooping, and she dared not look at him.

"Husband... Husband." Her voice was weak and trembling as she moved step by step to the low couch, but dared not sit down.

Lin Feng looked at her. This girl who had once only cried with her head down now had a light in her eyes. Although she was still timid, she dared to take the initiative to walk through this door. He reached out and gently took her cold, trembling hand.

Liu Yun trembled as if she had been burned, but she did not pull her hand away. Her hands were small and soft, but roughened by years of labor, and were now icy cold.

"Don't be afraid." Lin Feng's voice was deep, carrying a strange, comforting power.

Liu Yun's tears finally fell, not from fear, but from some emotion that had been suppressed for far too long, almost forgotten, bursting forth like a flood that had shattered the defenses she had built with numbness and indifference. She choked back sobs, her words incoherent: "Husband... I... we all truly want to be with you... It's not... it's not just because of the marriage certificate... This family... is wonderful... You... you are wonderful too... We want... we want to have a child for you... we want this family... to continue like this forever..."

She spoke haltingly, pouring out all her unease, anticipation, and humble affection.

Lin Feng listened quietly, his large hand holding hers warm and steady. When her sobs subsided slightly, he spoke slowly, his voice exceptionally clear in the small space: "I know. This home only feels like a home because of you all. It will get even better from now on."

He didn't make any vows of eternal love, but those words carried more weight than any sweet talk.

Liu Yun raised her tear-filled face and looked into Lin Feng's eyes, which appeared exceptionally gentle and deep in the dim light. The last trace of fear and hesitation in her heart seemed to be soothed by that gaze. She nodded vigorously.

Lin Feng released her hand and blew out the oil lamp. Darkness instantly enveloped the small house, with only the faint moonlight filtering through the window paper, casting a hazy glow.

In the darkness, her senses became exceptionally acute. Liu Yun could hear her own heart pounding like a drum, and smell the unique scent of sweat, leather, and vegetation emanating from Lin Feng. She felt Lin Feng's arms encircle her, strong and powerful, yet with an irresistible tenderness, drawing her into a warm and unfamiliar embrace.

The initial stiffness and shyness gradually melted away under his steady guidance and patient reassurance. The pain was brief, followed by a strange, burning sense of fulfillment and belonging. She responded awkwardly, her nails unconsciously digging into the muscles of his arm, letting out soft, kitten-like whimpers in his ear.

The moonlight streamed quietly through the window. The sound of the wind in the distant mountains seemed much gentler.

After an unknown amount of time, the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped. Like an exhausted cat, Liu Yun curled up in Lin Feng's sweaty arms, her cheek pressed against his firm chest. Listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat, an unprecedented sense of security and weariness washed over her, almost instantly lulling her to sleep. In her hazy state, she felt Lin Feng gently kiss her forehead, his deep voice whispering in her ear, "Sleep."

That night, after the lights in the east room were turned off, Shi Xiu and A Yue in the main room were also unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Shi Xiu opened her eyes, listening to the faint sound of the wind outside the window. She felt a mix of relief for Liu Yun's courage and the joy of finally taking that step, as well as trepidation about her own future and a touch of indescribable bitterness. But above all, she felt a profound sense of peace and security. This family was finally going to be complete.

A-Yue remained lying on her makeshift bed on the floor, facing the wall. In the darkness, her ashen face was expressionless, but her usually calm eyes trembled slightly in the unseen shadows. She heard faint sounds from the east room, and although she tried her best not to think about them, certain deliberately forgotten feminine instincts and desires quietly awakened at that moment. She tightened her grip on the wood-chopping knife in her arms; the cold touch brought her to a slightly more awake state. Then, she slowly closed her eyes.

The next day, Liu Yun woke up late. When she came out of the east room with a flushed face and unsteady steps, Shi Xiu had already cooked breakfast, A Yue was chopping firewood in the yard, and Shi Cao'er was reciting the words Liu Yun had taught her the day before.

Upon seeing Liu Yun, Shi Xiu blinked, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, but he quickly suppressed it, instead pushing a bowl of porridge with extra sugar in front of her and whispering, "Eat some, it'll help you recover."

Liu Yun blushed even more, lowered her head to drink her porridge, and dared not look at anyone.

Lin Feng, as usual, got up early to practice his skills and inspect the courtyard wall, his expression calm, as if the previous night had been just an ordinary one. But when he looked at Liu Yun, there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes, and occasionally when Shi Xiu or A Yue were busy, he would glance at them more, his gaze deep.

The atmosphere at home is subtly changing. A more intimate, grounded, and subtle feeling is permeating the air.

A day later, it was Shi Xiu's turn.

This grassland woman was as energetic and hardworking as ever during the day. But when Liu Yun quietly nudged her, signaling her to go to the east room, she became unusually hesitant, her cheeks flushed red like a sunset. She lingered in the kitchen for a long time before finally mustering her courage, picking up her faded old quilt, taking a deep breath, and heading towards the east room.

Her nights were completely different from Liu Yun's shyness and gentleness. She possessed the straightforwardness and passion of a grassland girl, awkward yet bold. Like a burning flame, she tried to embrace and possess her man in the most fervent way. Lin Feng was surprised by her passion and responded with equal fervor. That night, the commotion in the east room seemed greater; occasionally, one could hear Shi Xiu's suppressed, tearful gasps and Lin Feng's low, soothing voice.

The next day, Shi Xiu walked with a slight limp, but her brows radiated an unprecedented, bright, and feminine glow. Her gaze towards Lin Feng was filled with undisguised admiration and satisfaction, as if she had completed some sacred ritual.

Finally, there's A-Yue.

A-Yue was always the most silent one. On the night it was her turn, after dinner, she silently cleaned up the dishes and checked the courtyard gate and traps again. Then, she returned to the main house, and under the complicated gazes of Liu Yun and Shi Xiu, she walked to her simple bed, picked up the thin quilt that was almost cold, hesitated for a moment, and finally turned around and walked towards the east room.

Her steps were light and steady, but her back view conveyed a resolute determination to go all in.

Lin Feng was already in the east room. The oil lamp was dim.

A-Yue walked in, closed the door behind her, but didn't go forward immediately. She stood in the shadows by the door, head down, the ash smeared on her face appearing even darker in the dim light. Her knuckles were white from gripping the blanket so tightly.

Lin Feng looked at her. This woman, who harbored countless secrets, was as silent as stone, yet as resilient as steel. He had seen her fierceness when fighting wild boars, her vigilance when keeping watch, and the indifference hidden deep in her eyes when she sharpened her knife alone. He didn't know what she had been through, but he could sense that the door to her heart was closed more tightly and more heavily than that of Shi Xiu and Liu Yun.

He didn't urge him or say anything; he just waited quietly.

Time passed slowly. The flame of the oil lamp flickered slightly.

Finally, A-Yue moved. She walked to the low couch, put down the quilt, and then, right in front of Lin Feng, began to take off her perpetually gray, patched coarse cloth coat.

Her movements were slow, with an almost numb stiffness. She took off her outer garment, revealing an equally tattered undershirt. Then, another undershirt.

When the last piece of clothing slipped off, Lin Feng's breath hitched almost imperceptibly.

In the dim, yellow light of the oil lamp, A-Yue's body was fully revealed. Contrary to the deliberately smeared ash on her face and the impression given by her tattered clothes, the skin beneath was unusually fair and delicate, like the finest white jade, shimmering with a lustrous sheen in the dim light. Her frame was larger than most women's, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, long, straight legs, and smooth, firm muscle lines, possessing a leopard-like strength without appearing coarse. However, this seemingly perfect body was covered with a mix of old and new scars—whip marks, burns, cuts, and even a gruesome, old knife scar running diagonally from her shoulder blade to her waist, disrupting the overall beauty but also adding a breathtaking, strange allure bearing the cruel marks of history. On her face, beneath the ash, were indeed crisscrossing scars, as if she had been brutally clawed by some wild beast; though healed, the marks remained horrifying.

At this moment, her scarred yet fair and radiant body trembled slightly. The candlelight cast flickering shadows on her smooth skin, creating a breathtakingly alluring effect that contrasted strangely and sharply with the horrifying scars on her face.

However, what attracted Lin Feng's attention at this moment was not the contrast between these scars and fair skin, nor the alluring curves of her body.

It was the almost desperate calm in her eyes, and a numb acceptance of her fate, a willingness to offer herself as a sacrifice.

She didn't look at Lin Feng, her gaze was blank as she stared at the ground, her body trembling slightly, whether from the cold or something else, it was hard to tell.

"I...I'm ugly." She suddenly spoke, her voice hoarse and strained, as if she had used up all her strength. Her fingers instinctively tried to cover the scars on her body, but she forced herself to stop. "My face...my body...are covered in scars. You...you don't have to..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was clear. She was giving Lin Feng a chance to refuse, and in doing so, she was also protecting her last shred of pitiful self-respect.

Lin Feng's heart felt as if it had been violently clenched. He had witnessed countless horrific battlefield wounds, but at this moment, the silent scars on the woman's body and the stagnant despair in her eyes weighed heavily on him.

He stood up and walked over to her.

A-Yue's body stiffened, and she subconsciously took half a step back, but then forced herself to stop, closed her eyes, as if waiting for the final judgment.

However, the expected disdain, disgust, or pity did not come.

A pair of warm, slightly calloused hands gently caressed the uneven scars on her face. The movement was very light, carrying a strange sense of tenderness.

A-Yue suddenly opened her eyes, staring incredulously at Lin Feng who was standing right in front of her.

Lin Feng's gaze was as calm as a deep pool, devoid of disgust or pity, only a knowing calm and...respect.

"Scars are proof of survival." His voice was deep and steady as his fingers slowly traced the outlines of the scars, as if touching a heavy past. "They're not ugly."

Then, his fingers slid down, tracing the hideous knife scar on her shoulder blade, the old arrow wound on her ribs, and finally resting on a distinct brand on her side—the mark of a slave.

"It's all in the past." Lin Feng looked at her suddenly contracting pupils and said, word by word, "Here, you are A-Yue, my wife. There are no slaves, only family."

A-Yue's body trembled violently, not from the cold, but from some emotion that had been suppressed for far too long, almost forgotten, which, like a flood bursting its banks, broke down the defenses she had built with numbness and indifference. Hot tears welled up without warning from her usually calm eyes, winding down the scars and grooves on her face, washing away the stains.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but no sound came out; only suppressed, broken sobs escaped from deep in her throat.

Lin Feng said nothing more, but simply reached out and gently embraced the trembling woman covered in wounds. His embrace was not passionate, but it was incredibly firm, carrying a reassuring strength.

A-Yue's stiff body softened little by little in his arms. She buried her face in his shoulder, tears quickly soaking his shirt. She didn't cry out loud, but wept silently, her body trembling slightly from the intense emotions.

This was the first time she had cried in front of others since her capture. It was also the first time someone hadn't disliked her scars and past, telling her "it's all in the past," and that she was "family."

That night, there were few words spoken in the east room. Lin Feng's kisses landed on the scars on her face, the knife wound on her shoulder blade, the brand on her heart… Each touch was gentle yet firm, as if soothing the deeper wounds beneath those scars. At first, A-Yue was still awkward and stiff, but under his extreme patience and guidance, that icy shell finally shattered inch by inch. She responded clumsily, like a wounded beast that had finally found its den, clinging tightly to him in the darkness, as if he were the only piece of driftwood. Her fair skin, like warm jade in the dim light, intertwined with those hideous scars, presenting a breathtaking beauty and fragility.

When the final union arrived, she let out a short, almost liberating sob, her hands gripping Lin Feng's arms tightly, her nails digging deep into his flesh. There was no sweetness, only a near-tragic surrender, a resolute farewell like a drowning person grasping at a lifeline.

As the rain subsided, A-Yue curled up in Lin Feng's arms, her body still trembling slightly, tears streaming silently down her face. But this time, it wasn't the numbness of despair, but a complex emotion mixed with pain, relief, and a faint hope.

Lin Feng gently patted her back, as if comforting a frightened child.

"Sleep now," he whispered in her ear. "From now on, this will be your home."

A-Yue didn't answer, but buried her face deeper into his chest, her breathing gradually becoming steady, until she finally fell into a deep sleep. This was the deepest, most dreamless sleep she had had since becoming a slave. The bright moonlight shone through the window paper, falling on her bare, fair shoulders, intertwining with the dark scars, like some kind of mysterious totem.

From that moment on, the moon shone brightly, and the vows of love were sealed.

Three nights, three women, each in their own way, completed their complete union with Lin Feng, both in name and in body. The last and most important bond of this family was finally firmly tied.

Life in the courtyard seemed to have entered a new chapter. The women's brows were less hesitant, replaced by a mature and grounded charm. Their gazes towards Lin Feng held not only admiration, but also a deep longing and sense of belonging. Lin Feng, in turn, naturally became more intimate and considerate towards them. Though still taciturn, a single glance or a subtle gesture conveyed an unspoken understanding.

The feeling of home has never been so strong as it is now.

The holiday, filled with fulfilling, busy days tinged with a secret warmth, quietly slipped away. The day of returning to camp drew ever closer. But in the outside world, undercurrents still surged. The village head's revenge, the shadow of the Black Wolf Riders, the enigmatic Ye Qingli... none of these had truly left.

But at this moment, in this reinforced courtyard, in the hearts of the four who have just truly become "husband and wife," there is a warm power that is enough to withstand the storms of the outside world.

The road ahead is uncertain, but at least they are no longer alone.