In the days that followed, the Saintess did indeed undergo some changes, and similarly, Li Yifei also changed. The two got along much more harmoniously.
After about a week, Li Yifei could already walk on the ground, though he walked rather slowly, like a patient with sequelae of a stroke, moving inch by inch.
The recovery speed was not slow, Li Yifei thought, as he had just finished his evening exercise, which he did three times a day in the morning, noon, and evening. Li Yifei would support himself with a frame, moving little by little in the room and sometimes going outside for a walk.
Currently, the Saintess was preparing dinner for the two, planning to have steak tonight. During the day, the servants had just delivered a large batch of ingredients, and the Saintess had specifically requested some exquisite steaks to be brought along for dinner.
Not one to be left alone, Li Yifei slowly moved behind the Saintess.
