"Is my leg really healed?"
Yin Mulan was a bit excited. She slowly stood up and then kicked her foot around; there really wasn't any hindrance at all.
She didn't even go to the dance studio, but instead performed a segment of classical dance right there in the living room.
Her feet glided softly, dancing gracefully.
Twists, leaps, splits, stretches—all sorts of advanced moves were executed flawlessly, without any impact.
Yin Mulan was so moved that she welled up with tears. She grabbed Xia Weibao's hands, suddenly lost for words.
How can a mere 'thank you' express the gratitude for rebirth?
"Baby, I really don't know how to thank you. Just say the word, and as long as it's within my power, I'll do it."
Xia Weibao laughed lightly, "Teacher Yin, when you helped me participate in 'Heavenly Voice,' did you ask me for anything in return?"
Yin Mulan paused for a moment, then responded with a candid smile.
