Because the gifts were medicinal oils for treating joint pain and sheepskin kneepads, not particularly valuable, the old soldiers who had long suffered from ailments did not refuse this kindness and felt a warmth in their hearts.
Indeed, who doesn't hope to be remembered by others?
Although they had willingly gone to the battlefield and bore their injuries with no regrets, only harboring a firm patriotic heart, the feeling of being forgotten versus being remembered is entirely different.
They were grateful to Feng Qingxue and, at the same time, to Lu Jiang for his consideration.
If it weren't for Lu Jiang thinking of them, would Feng Qingxue have brought medicinal oils all this way? And would she have made sheepskin kneepads?
Leaving the old soldiers' residence, Lu Jiang gripped Feng Qingxue's hand tightly, "To have such a virtuous wife, how fortunate am I?"
