"This is ironic," the Old Lady said with a self-deprecating laugh, which made Gong Mingxia's heart ache unbearably. She instinctively reached out her arms to embrace her.
"Godmother, they really work so hard. All those kids, the youngest is merely nineteen, joined the military right after high school. Even when they're exhausted and suffer from heat stroke, not a word of complaint comes out of them. This month, I've seen sacrifice, I've seen sickness, and I've seen perseverance. They, they have it so tough."
How well did the Old Lady understand their hardships, their sacrifices for the greater good over their own families?
But as a mother, who doesn't wish her son to be both a man of stature, standing tall and strong, and the mainstay of their household?