Jiang Xiaorou sat at the bedside, keeping watch over Shen Yancheng. He couldn't lie down to sleep; the injuries were all on his back, so he could only lie face down on the bed. His tall figure lying there looked really pitiful.
Jiang Xiaorou quietly lifted the blanket, looking at Shen Yancheng's back injuries, especially where he was hit by the flower pot. It was a large bruise. Shen Yancheng's examination report was also tossed at the bedside.
From the report, Shen Yancheng's back had suffered a comminuted fracture, which wouldn't heal quickly. For a long time, he wouldn't be able to straighten his back while walking.
Jiang Xiaorou suddenly felt very sorry for him, because besides Shen Yancheng, no other man would suffer such a hardship for her, right? He never liked to express himself much, didn't say much, and often sulked with Jiang Xiaorou like a child.
But his heart was kinder than anyone else's.