Jiang Lin's eyes reddened almost the moment Fu Sitian stood up. She stepped forward, wanting to rush over and support him, but was stopped by the man's raised hand.
"Stay there, don't move," he said through gritted teeth, clearly straining, yet he managed to stand firm.
One step...
Two steps...
Three steps...
Four steps...
Five steps...
Many times, Jiang Lin almost reached out to steady him, but seeing Fu Sitian's resolute gaze, she restrained herself.
The moment she supported him, her tears broke free.
She almost instinctively wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her head in his chest.
"Alright, it will be half a month before I can stand up again," Fu Sitian muttered self-deprecatingly overhead.
Jiang Lin looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears, "You're already doing very well. How long have you been practicing?"
"As long as you've been away from my side, that's how long," he replied.
