She sat in the wheelchair, her slender hand tightly gripping the armrest, her fingers turning stark white from the effort.
Qiaoxu was startled for a moment, her heart panicked by the overly calm look in Xia Yumo's eyes.
"Momo, how did you come out?"
She went up to push Xia Yumo back into the ward, intentionally avoiding her gaze.
Xia Yumo didn't answer, and the short, deliberate silence in the ward made Qiaoxu feel particularly suffocating.
After a long time, Xia Yumo's hoarse voice called out to her softly, "Xuxu."
"Hmm?"
She looked up at Xia Yumo unconsciously.
Seeing her open her mouth several times, her pale lips terribly dry, it seemed that she wanted to ask something, but didn't dare to.
Looking at Xia Yumo like this made Qiaoxu's heart ache even more.
Another moment passed before Xia Yumo asked with a trembling voice:
"My legs... is it impossible for them to stand up again?"
