"...We're ready to face the challenge, are you with us?"
A sincere invitation.
It struck the heart of the wheelchair-bound boy with unerring accuracy, eliciting an eager response.
"Yes."
However, the voice was so muffled that it was barely audible.
So, he nodded vigorously, fearing that his movements were too slight to convey his conviction, nodding repeatedly, until reason finally pulled his wavering heart back down to solid ground.
They let go of the hug, increasing the distance between them.
The wheelchair-bound boy was still nodding, rubbing his eyes hard, clumsily wiping the mess on his cheeks—ashamed and yet so happy, barely believing this was all really happening, and then catching sight of the sly smile on Li Wei's lips—
There was no sadness. No sympathy. No pity. No bitterness or sorrow, either.
His smile was sunny and radiant, candor without restraint, as if teasing, "Crying so hard you've become a snotty mess is just hilarious."