After Xie Qianyun woke up that day, her body noticeably improved day by day.
On the fifth day of resting in bed, she finally sat in a makeshift wheelchair and got out of bed.
Once out of bed, she had her subordinate push her directly to Wu Huahao's tent.
When Wu Huahao's legs were disabled, she had already heard while recovering from her injuries. She knew Wu Huahao would find it hard to accept such a blow, anyone would, and she didn't know how she could comfort him, but she wanted to see him.
Inside the tent, Wu Huahao lay on the bed, his stubble was quite evident, and his eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, devoid of light.
The Wu Huahao in her memory was still the sunny, handsome, passionate youth, yet now he suddenly seemed as if his world had lost its brilliance, becoming dim and lonely.
"You all may leave," Xie Qianyun instructed her subordinates.
Everyone respectfully exited the tent.
Xie Qianyun, with some effort, pushed her wheelchair toward Wu Huahao's bedside.
