"How can I not worry?" said Su Miaoyan, her eyes reddening again, "You weren't with me from a young age, your habits, your hobbies, and your tastes, I know nothing about. Now I want to make it up to you, we'll try slowly, until what I do satisfies you."
Su Miaoyan wiped the corners of her eyes and did not feel discouraged.
Rong Ning pressed his thin lips together, unable to say much, he simply ate a few more bites.
Su Miaoyan noted down all the dishes he liked and was already planning what to make the next day.
Xiao Yuntang was also helping Su Miaoyan, leaving only Xiao Yu and Rong Ning alone, making Rong Ning somewhat embarrassed.
Xiao Yu gazed at him, his voice gentle, "Don't worry, I'm fine, those injuries have long healed."
Rong Ning felt a slight heaviness in his heart, "It's not as easy to heal with age, especially when you have old ailments."
If he could really recover, he wouldn't still need to sit in a wheelchair now.
