"Joe, don't think that way." Wen Nuan's tears slid down: "I never meant to despise you, never!"
If she truly loved him, she wouldn't resent what his legs became after the accident. She would give him all her love, even if he couldn't stand, she would be his crutch. But the problem is so entangled; she doesn't love him. Even marrying him is out of gratitude and guilt.
But if she doesn't marry him, and he can't stand up, he will lose the courage to live.
The night is deep; staring at the bright moon hanging high outside the window, Wen Nuan's heart shrinks, her tears sliding down silently.
The doctor came for an examination in the afternoon. Leng Ye was clearly not as cooperative as before. His mood was very low, as if he had lost the previous confidence in rehabilitation. She was anxious but had no way to help.
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Leng Group.
Leng Yan rubbed his brows tiredly, staring at the stock index.
