"Are you sure you want to go with me?" Tang Moyu asked as she opened the door of her passenger seat and moved Feng Tianyi's wheelchair closer.
The devil slipped out of the car with a cane on one hand before settling himself on his chair, before allowing Tang Moyu to spread the blanket he brought to cover his lap.
"I'll be fine, Moyu. Don't think too much. Nothing bad would happen to me."
Although his recovery was going well these past weeks, and he was able to make small steps without dragging his whole body and weight, Tang Moyu didn't want him to overexert himself today by walking alongside her.
Feng Tianyi couldn't blame her. A part of him was glad that she wasn't able to see him in a more pathetic state than this. He couldn't imagine how she would feel if she saw him immediately after that life-threatening accident, where he only woke up weeks later because they had to induce him to a medical coma for the surgeries he had to go through.
