Li Hongxiang walked up to his son and daughter-in-law, wanting to help them up, but his hands had no strength.
Li Yaozu hugged his father's leg, a man in his forties sobbing uncontrollably.
"Dad, we're back, and we'll never leave you again."
Li Hongxiang's face was also full of tears. "Good, good, as long as you're alive and back, it's enough."
Li Liyun helped her mother up, while Li Shaoguang helped his father up.
The family hugged each other and cried bitterly, twenty years of separation, uncertain of life and death, without any news.
Now that the family could be reunited, it was indeed a blessing from heaven.
Su Yuanyuan stood to the side, feeling a bit down, as she knew the taste of waiting all too well. That endless, uncertain waiting was truly maddening.
At this time, it was also a moment for the family to reunite, so Su Yuanyuan quietly left; there were still two little ones in the house.
They didn't cry; now awake, they played by themselves.
