The shoes were made to her size, and since they weren't good enough to return, I accepted them.

She took a box of soap from the cabinet and went to the pharmacy. “The shoes fit well, so I’ll keep them. Give this box of soap to Sister Xiulan as a thank you gift.”

"No need," Xu Xiangyang refused to take it.

Li Xiyue said, "If you don't want them, I won't accept the shoes."

It takes reciprocity; if she only gives and never gives, what kind of person will she become?

Xu Xiangyang had no choice but to accept the soap.

Li Xiyue handed him the medicine and asked, "How is Uncle Jianmin feeling today?"

“Great! He felt soreness in his legs last night, but when he woke up this morning, he could feel his feet again.” Xu Xiangyang said, his eyes shining.

As expected, Li Xiyue was not surprised. After so long of treatment, if she still had no feeling, her reputation would be ruined.

"In a couple of days I will teach you a set of rehabilitation training methods, and you can practice with him more."

"Okay." Xu Xiangyang nodded, took the medicine, and turned to leave. After taking a few steps, he remembered something and asked, "Your sister didn't cause you any trouble, did she?"

Li Xiyue laughed, "With her?"

Xu Xiangyang realized he had asked an unnecessary question, smiled, and turned to leave.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, a tall and imposing man walked towards me, exuding an aura of majesty and solemnity that gave me a strong sense of pressure.

The closer he got, the stronger the sense of oppression became. Xu Xiangyang brushed past him, his height only reaching the man's chin, a full head shorter.

An inexplicable sense of inferiority arose from the burning flame.

This was the first time Xu Xiangyang had ever felt so inferior to others. He frowned. Who was this person? He felt that the person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

"Ah Xun, you're back?" The girl's light and surprised voice rang out.

Xu Xiangyang turned his head in surprise and saw a beautiful young girl rush into the man's arms with a joyful smile on her face.

It was him? That deputy regimental commander surnamed Chu!

He had seen Chu Xun from afar during the flood, but they hadn't met up close. Chu Xun wasn't wearing his military uniform today, so he couldn't recall him at the moment.

Xu Xiangyang gripped what he was holding tightly, admitting defeat.

He also understood why Li Xiyue told him she wouldn't get married or date, but then turned around and threw herself into someone else's arms.

It turns out that he was no match for Chu Xun at all, whether in height, appearance or background.

It's perfectly reasonable for Li Xiyue to reject him and choose a man who is just as outstanding as her.

My uncle is right. He's too blindly confident. He's stuck in this small place, thinking he's excellent in everything, but he doesn't realize there are always people better than him, and mountains beyond mountains.

"Yueyue, I miss you so much." Chu Xun hugged the girl who had rushed into his arms and whispered his longing.

Li Xiyue said, "I miss you too."

He was gone for more than half a month, and without him, she felt that food had no appeal.

Of course, she wouldn't admit that it was because she was a bad cook.

They also wouldn't admit that, although the food wasn't very appetizing, they could still eat a bowl of rice at each meal.

Upon hearing "I miss you too," Chu Xun felt an uncontrollable surge of passion within him. He held her tightly, as if trying to meld her into his body.

Li Xiyue quickly pushed him away. It was broad daylight, and there were children in the yard; they had to be mindful of their image.

Chu Xun brought a lot of things again. Li Xiyue took them and led him into the house while asking, "You're not leaving again this time, are you?"

"I won't be leaving for now." He went inside, closed the door, and hugged her again, his voice low and slightly hoarse, "Yueyue..."