He once promised Azi that someday he would personally carry their daughter onto a wedding sedan chair and hand her over to a man she could trust for the rest of her life.
Three years in a vegetative state had tormented him beyond recognition. He had barely nursed himself back to health, but he still couldn't compare to a normal person.
His legs were weak and powerless, making it difficult to even support himself, let alone carry someone.
Yet, despite walking very slowly, he walked steadily.
When he was alone, he could fall countless times, but while carrying his daughter, he couldn't fall even once.
Gu Jiao lay on his thin back and could clearly feel the muscles of his whole body straining, trembling with each step he took.
He was walking with difficulty.
In just a few steps, he was already drenched in sweat.
"How about... still..." Gu Chengfeng couldn't bear to watch and wanted to step forward to help, but he was stopped by Gu Changqing.
