When the once proud man suddenly appeared in front of Shen Weiyang in despair and defeat, Shen Weiyang felt her heart being torn by an invisible hand. It was so painful that she could not breathe.
"It will be fine. Leng Huaijin, don't be like this."
She rushed forward and grabbed his hand. She held him tightly, afraid that he would completely give up on her once she relaxed.
"Dr. Zhuo said that as long as you recover well, you can stand up again. Don't lose confidence in yourself."
Leng Huaijin pulled her hand away, as if he was very resistant to getting closer to her.
"Weiyang, I know you are kind, but you don't need to comfort me. I don't want to be treated. Of course, I don't want to live like this."
Seeing his despair, Shen Weiyang's eyes turned red. "What are you talking about, Leng Huaijin? What do you mean? " I didn't give up. Why did you give up? "