"Fu Yanshen, have you gone mad?!"
He's actually self-harming!
How could he do something like hurting himself?!
Does he even know, seeing him like this, how much her heart aches! It's as if someone is holding a knife, torturing her heart slice by slice, tearing her to pieces.
"Are you insane?"
Mu Chenxi was distressed and angry, looking at Fu Yanshen as he raised his hand to hit himself again.
But the hand she lifted couldn't bring itself to fall back down.
It trembled in mid-air and finally gently landed on his face.
Tracing his cheek which she had just stricken red.
Her body slowly slid down, squatting in front of him.
Tears flowed continuously!
She didn't want to push him.
If he hadn't insisted that he wasn't well, hadn't tried every means to push her away, hadn't kept up his pretenses.
If she hadn't harbored hope, hadn't wanted this man, who had always seemed so formidable in her heart, to remain seated in a wheelchair forever.