Tian Sangsang cleared her throat and reminded him, "Your room is ready, it's next door. If anything happens at night, you can call out loudly for my help."
Zhao Chun nodded weakly, carefully scooting off the bed.
Seeing his awkward movements, Tian Sangsang immediately understood what was going on. She said, "Wait a moment, I'll get you a crutch." When she was cleaning out the storage earlier, she had spotted a crutch standing against the wall. She quickly went to the storage room, found the crutch—which appeared to have once belonged to the original owner's grandmother. The crutch was entirely brown, with a curved handle designed for better grip.
Tian Sangsang tossed the crutch toward him. "Here, give it a try."
