Susie felt a sharp pain in her heart, which was being squeezed tightly and causing her a lot of pain.

She barely held back her tears and choked, "Um, I'll help you tidy up."

Huck immediately breathed a sigh of relief and became happy again. "You know what, I haven't even worn a military uniform to go home!"

"Susie, you should help me tidy up better."

Susie nodded, "Hmm."

Her hand brushed over the blood-stained and dirt-covered clothes, smoothing out the disheveled pockets and collar, and flattening the clothing with a large hole, transforming it back into a new outfit.

She raised her hand and held Uncle Huck's face, slowly rubbing it, rubbing away all the scars on his face, and his face, which was missing flesh, returned to its original beauty.

His fingers were also burned and scorched, somewhat charred. Susie held them and made his hand return to its original state.

Susie kept tidying up like this, suppressing her tears bit by bit, and trying hard to show a normal smile time after time.

"Uncle Huck, you looked really good in this outfit!" Susie praised.

Huck raised his hand and looked at himself, then touched his face and checked his outfit. He proudly said, "That's right! It's a nationally inspected aesthetic, who isn't handsome?"

Susie couldn't help but burst into laughter, and as she laughed, tears welled up in her eyes. She lost control and couldn't contain her emotions anymore.

She always laughed when she was happy and cried when she was sad. For the first time, she was filled with sadness, yet she had to put on a smile.

It was too difficult...

Mitch didn't know when he stood behind the two of them, silently watching.

Susie saw him and couldn't help but break down: "Micky, this is too difficult, this is too difficult for me..."

"Tears, they were always uncontrollable. I couldn't control them, Micky, can you help me, please? Sob..."

Susie squatted on the ground in pain, unable to help but curl up.

Huck's nose felt sour: "Susie..."

Mitch's heart ached terribly. He stepped forward and gently embraced her, enveloping her completely, shielding her from the swirling snowflakes falling all around.

"Be good, don't cry," Mitch gently placed his hand on her back, and a series of golden lights shimmered: "It's okay, parting is just to reunite in a better way."

Susie's suppressed cry escaped from her throat, and her tiny shoulders trembled incessantly.

Mitch tirelessly enveloped her in a golden glow, saying, "It's okay, it's okay..."

At this moment, Alana's voice could be heard inside the room, saying, "Susie... Susie?"

Susie immediately stood up, with tears still on her face and her eyes swollen and unable to hide. She anxiously asked, "What should we do?"

Huck was also anxious, "Um, how about we hide for a while first!"

Both the uncle and nephew were a little flustered, and Huck looked just the same as before he passed away.

Mitch tenderly waved his sleeve, and as the wide sleeves brushed past, Susie's little face had already regained its fair and rosy complexion.

"It's okay, go inside!" Mitch said, "Don't let your grandmother worry."

Susie felt a little better and managed to hold back her sadness. With Micky's comfort, she gradually calmed down.

Huck was uncertain and said, "I didn't have any flaws, did I?"

He quickly checked and looked at the shoes and luggage that were most easily overlooked. After confirming several times that there was no problem, he still felt a nervousness as if he was preparing to enter the examination room.

"Uncle Huck, it's fine, don't worry!" Susie said.

She took Uncle Huck's hand and Huck also held her hand. They both encouraged each other and then prepared to go to the front of the main building, showing a cheerful smile together.

Alana just opened the door and stepped outside. The wind and snow made her shiver for a moment, and she peered outside, saying, "Susie?"

Immediately, she saw Susie and Huck, holding hands, with Huck crouching down as if preparing to do something mischievous.

She immediately thought of the surprise Susie had created by hiding in Martin's coat yesterday and couldn't help but laugh and scold, "You two naughty ones! I wondered why you didn't come back for so long!"

"And you guys, have you been standing at the door for so long and not seen the two of them?"

Wade and Zion were lying at the door. They had been watching Susie for a long time without returning, so they came out to look for her. However, they didn't know why she was standing at the door again without moving.

"How old are you already, acting like a child?" Alana nagged, "When did you get home? What were you plotting while hiding outside for so long?"

"Such heavy snow and still playing around like this, are you silly? Hurry up and come inside!"

Alana, while speaking, was about to come out and subconsciously wanted to take the luggage bag from Huck's hand.

Wade rushed out and snatched the luggage bag from Huck's hand, saying, "Grandma, let me take it!"

Zion said, "Uncle Huck, come in quickly! Everyone is guessing how many minutes it will take for you to get home."

Huck laughed heartily and said, "Is that so? Then who guessed it right?"

He entered the door, shaking off the snow from his body.

He patted his clothes as usual, took off the cloak and put it aside - it was added by Susie temporarily.

Just as he crouched down, Susie put clothes on him. She said that on such a cold day, wearing only a military uniform didn't quite fit the environment and would give away his true identity.

Unexpectedly, just as I put on my cloak, Alana opened the door and scared both my nephew and me, almost making us jump.

Michael was the first to exclaim, "Hey! Huck is back! Well, I really didn't guess it!"

Jonathan looked at the time and smirked, "I guessed it right! Seven minutes."

Paul looked frustrated and said, "Hmm, I was just one minute away."

Craig looked up and down at Huck and said, "Showing off, huh? Looking good! Sit down and let's eat!"

This was the first time everyone saw Huck come back in military uniform, which was very rare, and no one noticed anything unusual.

Lucy exclaimed, "My uncle is so handsome!"

Clara, however, stood still for a long time, unable to react. Her face turned pale - luckily, she was already a ghost, so having a pale face didn't matter.

Everyone was teasing Huck, and Martin was also watching Huck. Inadvertently, he turned around and saw Clara's expression, suddenly feeling a sense of unease in his heart.

"What's wrong?" Martin approached and asked in a low voice.

Clara felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. Even if she were a ghost, she would still feel the coldness. Her heart ached so much that she couldn't speak, and tears were held back in her eyes.

Confused, Alana walked to the side and grabbed a warm towel, then continued to nag, "Sit down, why are you just standing there like a fool?"

"Didn't you say you would come back after the New Year? How come you suddenly came back without any prior notice, making your elder brother go to pick you up!"