A single, short sentence, yet it seemed to shatter all the defenses inside Wen Mian's heart.
In an instant, Wen Mian drew a sharp breath, a mist of vapor clouding her eyes.
"Doctor..."
Her voice trembled, her throat tightening along with it.
"My leg, is there really no way to recover it?"
The doctor put down the medical record, his gaze flickering as he looked at Wen Mian.
"It's not that absolute, but to put it simply... a complete recovery is very difficult, and continuing to dance is out of the question."
As the doctor's words fell, Wen Mian grabbed the doctor's wrist in one swoop.
Her arm trembled for a long time afterward.
"No, Doctor, I'm begging you, heal my leg. I still need to dance in the future. Besides dancing... there's nothing else that makes me happy. I'm only myself when I'm dancing."
The doctor pushed away Wen Mian's hand, speaking without a trace of emotion in his voice.
But at the moment Wen Mian cried out, the doctor was finally moved.
