Only now did it belatedly dawn on her what had just happened.
An immense wave of joy washed over her, and tears began to fall, one after another.
Ling Anxun raised a hand and carefully wiped the tears from the corners of his mother's eyes.
"Mom, don't get too excited. It's not good for your heart. I'm almost completely better. Please don't cry. I'm really okay now."
"I... I'm just so happy! You silly boy! Why didn't you tell us sooner about something so important? For three whole years, we've watched you in that wheelchair every single day, our hearts breaking. How could you bear to hide this from us for so long?"
Ding Qin was both angry and heartbroken. She gave his shoulder a gentle pat.
"Alright, now that your legs are better, you shouldn't live here anymore. Come home. It's more comfortable at home. Mom will make you braised pork belly and stew some old hen soup to help you recuperate."
