At lunchtime, she didn’t want to eat a single bite, no matter how much I tried to persuade her, she refused.
Tang Yuchen could no longer hold back and with a heavy voice, he asked her, "What is actually wrong with you?"
"Speak up! Don’t make me force it out of you."
An Ruo lifted her gaze to look at him, her distinct black and white eyes remarkably calm as she asked faintly, "What has really happened to my legs? Are they... useless now?"
The man was slightly startled, and An Ruo’s heart instantly sank to the bottom.
"Are they truly... useless?" Her voice began to tremble, what could she do without her legs?
She had become a cripple, she was disabled!
An Ruo’s hands tightly clutched the sheets, she tried hard to widen her eyes to stop the tears from falling.
Tang Yuchen’s expression softened, he sat by the bed, holding her shoulders with both hands, his voice gentle, "Who told you your legs are useless?"
"You don’t have to lie to me... My legs have no feeling, I’ve lost all sensation!" An Ruo said in anguish, closing her eyes as tears streamed down her face.
The price for her life spared was the loss of her ability to stand.
That price was too heavy, she simply couldn’t accept it.
The man wiped away her tears, his tone resolute, "Yes, your legs are severely injured, but they are not gone. If you are willing, you can stand up."
An Ruo opened her eyes, looking at him uncertainly.
"Trust me, if I say you can stand, then you can."
Tang Yuchen nodded with a smile, "Really."
He wrapped her in his embrace, his hand gently stroking her back, "If you couldn’t stand up, why would I deceive you? Besides, whether you can stand up or not doesn’t affect me, so I have no reason to lie to you."
Leaning on his broad shoulders, An Ruo inexplicably believed his words.
If these words had come from a doctor, she might not have been willing to believe them. But when they came from him, she believed quite readily.
Because he was right, whether she could stand or not had nothing to do with him; he had no need to lie to her. He would not deceive her just to offer comfort.
The man let her go, his amusement apparent, "Is this why you refuse to eat?"
An Ruo lowered her head, feeling that she had been overly sensitive.
Tang Yuchen brought the food tray over, ready to feed her, "Come on, eat before it gets cold."
"...Let Aunt Zhou do it."
"You always ask her; is she your husband, or am I your husband?" the man asked in dissatisfaction. An Ruo, surprised, raised her eyes to meet his deep gaze.
Her heart suddenly accelerated, and she felt a bit panicked.
Why did he give her such strange feelings, always causing her to feel flustered?
"Come on, open your mouth." Tang Yuchen scooped up a spoonful of food and brought it to her lips, coaxing her softly.
An Ruo’s face flushed slightly; she lowered her eyes, hiding the flashing light within them.
After eating, Tang Yuchen sat on the sofa working on his laptop, with no intention of leaving.
Having nothing to do all day, An Ruo could only sleep.
She woke up from a two-hour nap to find him still working, his position unchanged.
They say that men look their best when they are focused. She observed the profile of the man immersed in his work calmly, and for the first time, she realized how deep his features were, resembling a sculpture.
It’s rare for an Easterner to have such deep contours; she thought, his parents must both be very attractive people.
At this thought, An Ruo realized she had never heard anything about his parents.