Feng Qingxue hurriedly said, "Greetings, comrades, you've all come from far. It must have been tiring, right? Let me pour you some water."
"No need, no need, it wasn't tiring, not tiring at all!" Han Bing insisted, her voice choked with emotion, "When we found out that the child was with you all, we wished we could have flown here with wings. Unfortunately, the flights were grounded, and we had to take the fastest train. We only arrived in Huaibei City this morning and found Comrade Chen Xueniang's home first, based on the address you gave to my father."
She couldn't describe the overwhelming emotions when she first saw her youngest son, only able to hold onto him and weep bitterly, crying out the fears and worries of this past half-year, and the longing that she had endured night and day.
Even Lao Zhenhua, a soldier with an iron will, couldn't help but shed tears.