Hong Tiejun hurried over to his father, overcome with emotion as he spread his arms and hugged Hong Kun tightly.
"Good son!" Hong Kun's voice was just as full of barely restrained emotion as he patted his son's back with his only remaining hand.
But the next second, Hong Tiejun suddenly let go, the smile on his face freezing in place.
"Dad, your hand..." His voice trembled as he gently lifted his father's empty sleeve, his eyes full of shock.
Lu Dahai and his wife, along with Lu Mingxue, had followed behind. They, too, looked astonished when they saw this.
Only Lu Feng, who already knew, felt a complicated mix of emotions.
Hong Kun smiled as if it were nothing. "There was a little accident on Caro Star. It's no big deal."
He let out a sigh. "Five of us from the Skyfire Club went. Xiao Chen, Xiao Yu, and your Uncle Yang never made it back. Your dad was lucky. I only lost an arm, and at least I managed to keep my life."
"Dad..."
Hong Tiejun's eyes reddened, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on father and son, outlining a deeply moving scene.
Lu Dahai and Li Qinglan both looked at Lu Feng, their eyes full of concern.
As ordinary people, they had never imagined that joining an expedition with the military could be so dangerous.
Of the five people from the Skyfire Club, only two had returned, and Hong Kun had lost an arm.
Thinking of how lucky they were that their son had returned safely...
What if Lu Feng had also met with disaster?
Li Qinglan could hardly bear to imagine it.
"Brother!"
Lu Mingxue suddenly took Lu Feng's arm, her tone firm. "I won't