Shen Mo touched his nose, feeling he had been too gentle.
...maybe next time he could try being a bit tougher.
He left the wheelchair at the entrance of the cubicle and turned to leave.
While waiting for her outside the women's restroom, he occasionally heard thuds and bangs, as if a crutch had bumped into something, or perhaps she had knocked against something?
What other people might do with ease is a battle for her.
His slight annoyance faded gradually.
What was there to be upset about? She was just a child, after all. Sickly since young and insecure, she used to live in luxury without a care. Now, however, she had to eke out a living in such times. Her tantrums were understandable. She was only truly powerful in her words.
Shen Mo stood at the door, listening for noises inside.
The sounds of collisions, flushing, rustling of clothes, the crutch scraping the floor and the cubicle door being banged open! —
