Lu Xiaohua pushed the wheelchair back to her room. Actually, she was almost ready to move. Sitting in a wheelchair was only for the convenience of traveling, but also because she actually did not really want to move.
She pushed the wheelchair into the bathroom. She couldn't take a shower, but she could clean herself up.
The feeling of home was always safe.
This was her home, and it was her sense of belonging.
However, she sighed softly. Between her brows, too much loneliness was hidden.
When she came out, she had already changed into her home clothes, but her leg was still wrapped in gauze and still felt a little pain. Actually, from the beginning to the end, she did not know how injured her leg was, but it should be recovering soon. She stood up and walked forward carefully. Then, she lay on the bed, her fingers gripping the bed sheet tightly, as if she was suppressing something.
What should she do? she didn't want to continue living like this.
