Luo Xudong strode up to Luo Anguo and his wife, fell to his knees with a thump, and kowtowed three times.
"Your son has been unfilial, letting you suffer!" Luo Xudong's handsome face softened from its earlier sternness, and there was a faint hint of tears in his sharp eyes.
Since he joined the army, he hadn't shed a single tear, but seeing his father with gray hair and unsteady steps, and his mother's aged face, his heart was filled with a mix of sorrow and emotion.
Mrs. Qin hurried over, held Luo Xudong, and cried out loud. The grievances and hardships of these years vanished at the sight of her son!
Luo Anguo also slowly approached them and cried with them.
Whether they were seated villagers or those watching the spectacle, seeing this scene, they couldn't help but tear up.
Luo Anping watched his parents cry and wanted to cry along, but Beisitian held his hand and smiled at him.
