As Long as I Can Hold Your Hand, Being Disabled Is Fine

"Grandma said the path is steep. She asked you to guide me."

Seeing her grandmother move further away, Wen Yao whispered softly, "Lu Yancheng, a third-degree disability. Leading you on a mountain path is a good deed for the day."

The girl's words were barbed, pricking him one by one.

Lu Yancheng smiled nonchalantly, not showing any signs of being upset.

As long as I can hold your hand, being disabled is fine.

Under the drizzle, they passed through the bamboo forest and reached the graveyard.

A small pot of wine and a piece of pastry were placed quietly in front of the tombstone.

Wen Yao lit incense to pay her respects, her eyes already reddened.

Her grandmother wiped her tears silently, choked up as she said, "Old Wen, A'Yan has come to see you too. You can rest assured. They have a good relationship. If you know down there, you should be at peace."

Lu Yancheng took a step forward, bowing and addressing the tombstone, "Grandfather."