The lights were still shining in Shui Anluo's room when Chu Ningyi returned home. He hobbled up the stairs on one leg while Uncle Chu carried the wheelchair up before settling it down on the floor.
Chu Ningyi gently patted his stinging thigh. "Uncle Chu, you can go home now. Come again tomorrow morning."
Uncle Chu nodded before he turned to leave.
Chu Ningyi wheeled himself towards Shui Anluo's room. The door was half-open and the gap was wide enough for him to spy on the situation inside.
Shui Anluo was sitting on the carpet. There was a pile of notes on her bed but she was rocking her son who was still awake in his cradle. She seemed to be taking more notes with her other hand and her phone was on her bed on a video call.
"But shouldn't this vein on the heart lean toward this side?" asked Shui Anluo.
