In the archway of the garden, two figures stood.
The butler Qi and the old General, Lord Qin.
At this moment, there were tinges of mist in the eyes of Lord Qin. Despite his advanced age, he was nearly moved to tears by the scene before him.
In the small garden not far away, Chu Qianli stood in front of Qin Xiao, coaxing him like one might coax a child:
"Come on, keep going, faster, a bit faster, that's right, don't limp, your leg is healed now, let go... Yes, that's more normal, right, just like that..."
Qin Xiao, who at first could only shuffle step by step, eventually started to quicken his pace.
"Ali, look, am I not limping anymore, I'm not limping, am I? How about it? Ali, what do you think?"
"Very good, you look very handsome walking like that, right, no limping, that's right, very handsome... so handsome it's to die for, you could pick up girls as soon as you step outside."
"What does 'pick up girls' mean?"