While speaking, Mo Han forcefully pushed He Chen.
He Chen hurriedly stepped forward and carefully helped Zhao Yumo up from the couch.
Zhao Yumo straightened her body and felt a sudden strength in her spine; placing her hands on the couch's armrests and leveraging her waist and He Chen's support, she suddenly stood up.
"I'm standing up? Am I really standing up?"
Zhao Yumo, overwhelmed with emotion, grasped He Chen's hands, and hot tears fell like beads.
For ten years, she had lain in a coma, a full decade!
She had thought she would never wake up, but Mister Mo's single silver needle had pulled her back from the endless darkness.
Even though she had escaped death, when she looked at her crippled legs and body that couldn't straighten, she still felt a profound sadness.
Dragging this broken body, she would only become a burden to Ah Chen...
"Yes! You're standing up! You're standing up!"
