Jiang Ning felt slightly relieved and, leaning on her crutch, slowly moved to the chair opposite him.
Li Hongyuan watched her movements.
She walked very slowly and carefully, seemingly afraid of falling.
Her leg...
If not mistaken, was it the right leg?
Her leg, which he had seen that day, didn't look much different from her normal left leg, slender and straight, very beautiful. He wondered why it couldn't be healed.
He patiently waited until she finally sat down.
Jiang Ning placed the crutch to the side, exhaled gently, and beads of sweat trickled down her nose.
It was only a short distance, but it was difficult for her to walk.
Thinking about the difficulties she faced in her daily life, Li Hongyuan's heart softened a bit.
"Your leg... I'll have Dong Chaofeng take a look at it another day."
"I've already seen him." Jiang Ning took out a handkerchief, wiped her sweat, and her face was slightly flushed.
