On the sofa, Yong, who had been howling in distress, finally calmed down a bit.
Chen Hai's lecture had sparked some semblance of life into his vacant, expressionless eyes.
"What use am I in this condition, other than being a burden to my parents? What else can I do..."
Eventually, he supported his body with his arms and sat up straight on the sofa.
Picking up a pen and paper, he began to scribble and draw.
Seeing him like this, Chen Hai stopped lecturing and watched as his cousin Yong wrote those words on the paper.
"There's nothing impossible under the sun, it only takes a willing heart!"
"You've only lost your legs, don't you still have your hands? There's already quite a bit you can do with just your hands."
"If you're willing to put in the effort, you might even make more money than an able-bodied person."
"In today's society, what does a physical disability matter? If you have money, you can still get a beautiful wife!"