I let out a scoffing laugh, raising an eyebrow as I patted Uncle Zheng's hand with my palm facing down. "Impressive, Uncle Zheng."Uncle Zheng chuckled, his voice still a bit muddled, but with a decent complexion, he seemed to have regained some of his former spirit. "Of course.""You're alive," Uncle Zheng whispered, his eyes red and unguarded in front of me, the man who always exuded masculinity. "That's great, kid.""Mm." I rubbed my nose, which had started to feel sore, and glanced at Stan Wallace. "We're all alive. That's wonderful."Seeing Uncle Zheng get healthier day by day, I began to understand Aunt Miao Yun's words about 'contentment.'The table couldn't fit all the food, so Stan Wallace and Wei Ming brought over two bedside tables.Uncle Zheng could only eat soft foods, and Yu SiSi, who had grabbed some fruits before the meal, also didn't eat much. The four of us, including Stan Wallace, ate from the table, while Aunt Miao Yun mentioned that if it wasn't enough, she w
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