Spring in Nandu arrived quietly.
First, tender green buds appeared on the branches of the plane trees, then white flowers bloomed on the magnolia trees by the entrance of the Institute, and next, dandelion seeds floated in from somewhere and took root on the lawn outside the window of the rehabilitation training room, blossoming with the first tiny yellow flowers.
Chen Jianguo stood up for the first time without a walker on the last day of February.
That morning, he was alone in the rehabilitation training room. Sister Li had gone to the cafeteria to get food, Tang Shun had gone to attend a meeting, and Fritz was bathing M7 in the animal room. Chen Jianguo held onto the parallel bars for a moment, waiting until his legs stopped trembling and his breathing steadied, then a thought popped into his mind.
He let go of his right hand.
