When Jiang Fei returned home, everyone was in. His father, his mother, and even Si Tuying!
"Jiang Fei!" Si Tuying cried and leaped into his embrace.
Guilt struck him deep into his soul when he wrapped his arms around Si Tuying's frail little figure. He was out in the world, fighting with his life on the line, letting his entire family, and even his beloved, to worry for him. When Jiang Fei lifted his head up, he saw his parents. They had not even hit their middle-age yet there were silvery-white strands of hair.
Ever since the tension between the two nations grew higher, Jiang Fei's parents had been worried for their son's safety. When war erupted, the stress that his parents felt was so strong that they had grown white hair.
Even though the news had been reporting the victory of China, that good news did not even elevated Jiang Fei's parents' mood. Not one bit.
