"Ziquan, aren't you tired? Why don't you rest for a while before training again!" Mr. Mu asked with concern, looking at his grandson's slightly pale face.
Mu Ziquan was watching Mu Shan's retreating figure. At his grandfather's question, he steadied himself against the wall as he turned and shook his head slightly.
"Grandpa, I'm fine. These past two days, I can already stand on my own for half an hour, and I can even take two steps without holding onto the wall."
Mu Ziquan's voice was filled with excitement. His grandaunt's rehabilitation plan was comparable to one from a top international trainer.
Though the regimen was intense and the process painful, the results came quickly.
"Really? That's wonderful." Hearing that his grandson could take two steps, Mr. Mu was truly happy for him.
But remembering Mu Ziquan's hard work and suffering lately, he still felt a pang of heartache and said,
