The first few steps the young cripple took were very labored and wobbly, but several steps later, although still slow, they became steady and firm.
It was as if a child was learning to walk. Although his gait was still unstable, it did not mean that he couldn't walk.
A cripple could not walk. If you could walk, you are not a cripple.
Hu Gui heard the footsteps and turned around.
"Miss Jun, Young Master," he greeted.
Miss Jun politely declined his help and supported Fang Chengyu herself. Hu Gui hurried over to the carriage.
"That one?"
The onlookers murmured as they peered into the teahouse.
Zhu Zan stood at the door, his expression calm under the crowd's gaze, and looked at Miss Jun and the others who were now sitting in the carriage.
Miss Jun felt his gaze.
Zhu Zan looked at her and smiled.
Beautiful facial features, a bright smiling face, eyes like stars.
