"Haste makes waste." She had reminded Jing Qi of this many times, but Jing Qi was so desperate to get out of her wheelchair that her words fell on deaf ears. Jing Qi usually listened to her more than anyone, but when it came to her exercises, she was especially stubborn.
'Oh, well.' She herself didn't like to exercise, so she couldn't really stop Jing Qi from doing it. 'Let her exercise however she wants. At worst, I'll just change her medicine and buy her more nutritious food.'
"I still can't walk normally, but I can manage a couple of steps," Jie Jingshan confessed, her voice laced with guilt. Her fourth sister-in-law had warned her that haste makes waste, but she just couldn't help herself. The day she'd first managed to stand, her heart had been pounding with excitement. She had been disabled for four years, and that time had worn down her will.
