By the time spring came, Jasmine could already walk on her own for half an hour without needing to stop and rest.
Her pace was still slow and her gait a little stiff, but given everything she had been through, the multiple surgeries and months of rehab, it was nothing short of a miracle.
Jasper told her that at this rate, she would be able to walk normally by the end of summer, maybe even jog a little.
"But I still can't dance, can I?" she asked, her voice calm.
Jasper was quiet for a moment, then nodded. "The ligament damage was too severe. This is already the best we can do. Jasmine, I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize," she said, looking at the tulips that had just opened in the rehab center's garden. "Just being able to walk again, I'm already grateful for that."
At least she was no lon
