An Mingji clenched his small fist and gently lifted one leg.
The legs, long unable to walk comfortably, steadily stepped forward onto the ground.
The sensation was so real, it almost brought An Mingji to tears.
He could really walk!
An Mingji tried walking a few more steps, and although his body was somewhat unstable, he could really walk.
That whole night, An Mingji was pacing back and forth in the living room.
Because he was too excited, Gu Jin advised him to take a break, but he couldn't stop.
The obsessive malevolence in An Mingji's eyes gradually got replaced by a brilliant light, becoming more vivid.
The next day.
Qiu Qianghai arrived at the hotel early in the morning.
Room 6888, although it used to be his exclusive room, now housed a woman and a child he had never met.
Hai didn't barge in as usual; instead, he stood at the door and gently knocked a few times.
"Knock knock..."
As soon as he knocked, the door was opened from the inside.
