An Ruo couldn't help shedding painful tears, and a hand wiped her tears away, asking softly, "Does it hurt a lot?"
Yes, it hurts so much, her heart hurts so much.
She had become a cripple, which was worse than death for her.
Without her legs, what could she still do?
An Ruo cried harder and harder, nearly suffocating from her sobs even in her unconscious state.
Someone slapped her face hard, calling for her to open her eyes in a deep voice. But she didn't want to open her eyes; she didn't want to face the reality.
"An Ruo, wake up for me now!" A forceful slap landed on her face, and she was finally awakened by the pain, reluctantly lifting her heavy eyelids.
Tang Yuchen's face was overcast, and his eyes watched her darkly.