Seeing Tian Xinmiao's face with joy, Wu, Ruan Yongsheng, and Ruan Haoyan only thought that Ruan Haocheng was only slightly injured, and their hanging hearts finally let go.

After a hurried dinner, Tian Xinmiao was busy packing up his things.

The next day, before dawn, she went out.

At ten o'clock in the morning of January 4, Chen Zhiyun picked up Tian Xinmiao at the train station.

At twelve o'clock, after lunch, Ruan Haocheng, accompanied by Zhao Peng, was training back and forth in the corridor on the fifth floor of the inpatient department on crutches.

"Zhao Peng, where did Zhiyun go?"

Since he woke up, no matter how much he persuaded him, Chen Zhiyun insisted on not leaving his side.

After breakfast today, I haven't seen him again, and Ruan Haocheng's heart is inexplicably a little uncomfortable.

"He, he's going to do something?" Zhao Peng stammered a little back.

Seeing Zhao Peng's spitting appearance, Ruan Haocheng's brows furrowed slightly.

"Is there someone from his house?"

Zhiyun's mother sent several letters urging him to go back to celebrate his achievements.

Thinking of this, Ruan Haocheng couldn't help but think of the more than 90 soldiers of the reconnaissance company he had brought to the front line, and now there were only 25 left, and his mood immediately became heavy.

Whether they are alive or no longer there, they have all received the honor of special merit, first-class merit, and second-class merit, but for those who are no longer there, these can only be honors.

"No, no, he didn't tell me what he was going to do?"

Looking at Ruan Haocheng's tightly furrowed brows, Zhao Peng was inexplicably a little apprehensive.

I don't know what will happen to Haocheng when my sister-in-law comes in a while?

At this moment, Chen Zhiyun and Tian Xinmiao had already walked out of the staircase.

Standing more than thirty meters away from his silly boy, looking at him struggling to move his steps on crutches, tears instantly slipped down the corners of her eyes.

Her silly boy with a straight waist and a heroic look looked so thin.

His right leg was moving forward almost under his drag.

His brow furrowed tightly, and his gaze was devoid of the sparkle of the day, only heaviness.

"Sister-in-law—" Chen Zhiyun called softly.

"No, it's okay—"

Tian Xinmiao tried to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands, and the corners of his mouth curved.

With her, she will restore her silly boy to his former self-confidence, and will also make him regain the silly smile on his old face.

Step by step, Tian Xinmiao is getting closer and closer to Ruan Haocheng.

Zhao Peng's sudden stop made Ruan Haocheng, who had his head slightly bowed, raise his head in confusion and look at his side.

However, the moment he turned his head, he seemed to see the person he thought about day and night, but he didn't dare to call her or write to her.

He slammed his eyes shut, then tried to open them again.

She was already three steps in front of her, this was not a dream, it was real.

"Daughter-in-law—"

The corners of his mouth curled rapidly, and his right hand reached straight for her.

With the sound of a cane falling on the ground, someone helped Ruan Haocheng, who almost fell, in time.

The person in front of him disappeared, and Ruan Haocheng pulled the corners of his mouth bitterly.

Fortunately, it was an illusion, otherwise he really didn't know how to face her like this.

"Haocheng, I miss you-"

A very soft, soft, trilling call came from the right.

Ruan Haocheng turned his head suddenly, and looked at the face that had lost a lot of weight, he missed every moment, dreamed of every night, and was extremely familiar to him.

Those beautiful eyes were full of tears, but they looked at him earnestly with a smile.