For the children's happiness, the couple didn't go straight home; instead, they went around the town before returning.
The family was naturally overjoyed, and Dong Wenxiu even shed tears, "The worry I held can finally be put to rest."
"Mother, I'm sorry for making you worry," Yang Ruxin said apologetically, looking at Dong Wenxiu, who was wiping tears, and Feng Zilan, whose eyes were reddened.
"It's good that you're back," Feng Zilan sniffed, "Everyone must be hungry and tired. Go wash up quickly; dinner will be ready soon."
That evening, the Yang Family's North Shore residence, which had been quiet for a long time, became lively again. People from the village came over to join in the excitement, and even Qi Wei, who had been staying in the village, knew Yang Ruxin was back, so he naturally came by for a chat. As a result, the meal stretched until the lanterns were lit.
The days back home became leisurely.
