Yu Gu's old tears streamed down beside.
He had been standing by, worried that Fu Yanzhou might not be able to stand steadily, so he could assist at any moment.
But Fu Yanzhou stood firm.
He was tall and even though he appeared somewhat thin, standing there, he was tall and straight, erect and dignified.
Su Nanxing was relieved, and Yu Gu was overjoyed.
But no one was as shocked and surprised as the person himself.
His legs truly regained strength, able to support his body—if saying he had never had this feeling since childhood, it would have been fine.
Because he had never experienced the joy of having.
But there are things that, once had and then lost, are even harder to accept.
Even though Fu Yanzhou usually concealed his emotions well, at this moment, his joy was unmistakable.
"I can try walking."
Fu Yanzhou used to be strong and in his prime, and even after being paralyzed for two years, his muscles didn't atrophy thanks to professional massages.
