Ye Qingci's eyes widened to their maximum, and suddenly, she covered her mouth with her hand as large tears formed unannounced in her eyes and fell.
When he saw her cry, Jian Shichu frowned, walked over, embraced her shoulders, and the warmth of his palm caressed her shoulder a few times. "Why are you crying?"
"I... I," Ye Qingci sobbed, "I'm just too happy!"
Jian Shichu was speechless and tapped her forehead. "I really can't understand you women! Cry when happy, cry when sad, you really are impossible!"
Ye Qingci ignored him, her eyes fixed on Ye Jingzhi as he approached her step by step, his movement slow.
Ye Jingzhi walked very slowly, each step appearing extremely difficult, as if it took all his strength just to move forward.
But no matter what, he was walking!
He wasn't using a wheelchair or crutches, just relying on himself, step by step, walking toward Ye Qingci.