Luosang was momentarily speechless. "I remember that you hated me carrying you the most. You only have one injured leg, not two," she said.
"Yeah?" Nian Junting blinked. "I forgot about that."
Luosang didn't know how to respond. How badly do you want me to carry you? she thought.
He propped his hands on the wheelchair to stand up, then hopped to the bed. After lying down, he said to Luosang, "Hurry up, get some water."
Luosang walked into the bathroom while shaking her head. Soon after, she came out with a bowl of warm water. She wrung out a washcloth, handed it to Nian Junting, and said, "Mr. Nian, please let me remind you again, you only have a sprain, not a spine injury. Your hands are good. Do it yourself. Don't act like you're disabled."
