"Moyan, my legs..."
Jun Wuchen looked at Jun Moyan with some fear, his inner unease made him feel very helpless at this moment.
His legs, which had been numb for over twenty years, hurt like this, and Jun Wuchen didn't dare to imagine what his legs had become.
"Get up first."
"I..."
"It's okay."
Jun Moyan helped Jun Wuchen sit up, and this action further intensified the pain in his legs, causing Jun Wuchen to break into a cold sweat, but at the same time it was also telling him that his legs were still there.
Before Jun Wuchen could prepare himself, Jun Moyan had already pulled back the quilt. Jun Wuchen's heart immediately tightened, but when he saw his intact legs, his tense nerves finally relaxed.
Fortunately, heaven wasn't so unkind.
Although these legs weren't much different from not having any, he really didn't want to see himself in a worse state.
With these legs, at least he wouldn't scare people.
