She angrily cursed, "You heartless dead girl, your education was a waste, your big brother lost a leg, you don't feel for him, yet you're still thinking about his allowance, do you even have a heart?"
After hitting Ma Xiangling, Yuan Chun ignored her indignant expression and hastily left the room.
Just as she reached the gate, she saw a wheelchair being pushed into the courtyard.
Yuan Chun glanced at the empty pant leg below Ma Xiangdong's left knee, and tears started falling, "Oh, my son, you've suffered so much."
She rushed over, hugging Ma Xiangdong, crying her heart out.
Ma Xiangdong hesitated for a moment, and only after a while did he raise his hand to pat his mother's back, "Mom, I'm fine. It's just a leg gone. Compared to those comrades who lost their lives, I'm lucky."
"Yes, returning alive is better than anything," choked Yuan Chun while wiping her tears. "Don't worry, son, you've lost a leg, but I'll take care of you from now on."
"Thank you, mom."
