Clearly, before he went on the expedition, his wife could only sit in a wheelchair and there was no way of treatnt.
Su Yi Jing didn’t even dare to walk towards Feng Feiyan, just stood there.
Feng Feiyan struggled to walk a few more steps towards Su Yi Jing, intending to continue walking towards him, but An Jing pushed Su Yi Jing gently, laughing, "What are you standing there for? Hurry and help your wife. She’s been through so much just to walk faster, practicing intensely every day. Although she can walk now, it’s still quite difficult for her."
Not only An Jing, but Gong Le and the others also urged Su Yi Jing.
Su Yi Jing still felt like he was dreaming, but nonetheless walked towards Feng Feiyan.
Seeing Su Yi Jing walking towards her, Feng Feiyan stopped there, waiting for him to approach.
Su Yi Jing still couldn’t believe it. As soon as he reached Feng Feiyan, he looked at her legs, saying, "Your legs..."
Feng Feiyan smiled slightly, "Uncle Gong said it will take a long ti to fully recover, but at least now I can walk a few steps. There’s hope, isn’t there?"
"Yes... yes..." Su Yixing’s eyes were a bit red as he responded with ’yes’, while supporting Feng Feiyan and clutching one of her hands tightly.
Feng Feiyan didn’t ask how he dealt with Feng Feiming; she just gently smiled and urged, "You’ve co such a long way and must be exhausted, go and clean up. We’ve prepared clothes for you, they’re on the bed."
An Jing imdiately laughed and said, "Yes, yes, those of you who have just returned, hurry up and wash up, change into clean clothes, the New Year’s Eve dinner is ready, just waiting for you."
Su Yixing, An Yiqing, and the others all went to bathe and change clothes.
Su Yi Jing chatted with Feng Feiyan for a while longer, then helped her sit comfortably in the room before starting to bathe and change clothes.
Gong Juechen, Ye Zhi, Tobanya, ng Zhuqing, Gong Juese, ng Lanqing and others were also celebrating the New Year together, even without firecrackers crackling in the courtyard, the atmosphere was exceptionally lively.
The group was complete, with An Jing’s entire family present, not missing a single person.
After the New Year’s Eve dinner, it was ti to stay up for the New Year. Everyone first sat together chatting until midnight, then dispersed to their respective rooms to continue staying up.
Jing Xingqingyun stayed up with their wives and children; Kirin Stop, although not yet having children, stayed up with their wives in their rooms; leaving An Baobei alone, unwilling to stay up alone, she stayed up with her parents.
An Jing let An Baobei sit between her and Xiao Changyi, and An Baobei playfully swayed, first falling into An Jing’s arms, then into Xiao Changyi’s, having a great ti.
An Jing could only shake her head and laugh indulgently but helplessly, "Baobei, you’ll be nineteen in two months, why do you still act like a little child?"
An Baobei fell back into An Jing’s arms, and as An Jing hugged her, she giggled, "I’m not being childish, it’s just in front of my parents, I’m forever young. Besides, even if I grow up, in my parents’ eyes, aren’t I always a child?"
"You’re getting better at sweet-talking." An Jing laughed as she pinched her cheek lightly.
An Baobei only giggled continuously.
Xiao Changyi watched An Jing and An Baobei, his cold eyes full of warmth, without speaking, but constantly shelling sunflower seeds and peanuts. These were, of course, peeled for his wife and daughter.
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