An'an wiped away her tears, turned to look at him, forced a smile, and asked, "Did you finish your checkup?"
Su Yan didn't speak, sliding his wheelchair closer to her. An'an hurriedly stepped forward to push him, "Little Uncle..."
Before An'an could continue, Su Yan interrupted her, "From now on, I don't want to hear that title again."
An'an hesitated for a moment, then lowered her eyes and bit her lip. She simply skipped over the title and said, "You need to get better soon."
Su Yan didn't hide his condition from her and said, "The doctor said there will be sequelae, and I'll never fully recover, so now is the time for you to regret it if you want."
"I've come this far, do you think I still care about your disability? Even if you have to stay in a wheelchair for the rest of your life, I don't mind."
"Is that the truth?"
"When have I ever lied to you? I wouldn't dare to lie to you."
