"It's good that you're doing well." When he said this, Fu Ying smiled, but he looked very lonely.
Mo Rao was silent for a moment before comforting him, "You should rest well too. Your leg… can be cured. You can find the best doctor."
Hearing this, Fu Ying clenched his fists before letting go weakly.
"I know my own situation. My leg might never recover." Fu Ying lowered his eyes and said, "But it doesn't matter. My leg is just slightly disabled."
Although Fu Ying said so, what Mo Rao had heard outside the door was clearly different.
Mo Rao knew that Fu Ying was trying to act tough.
Perhaps noticing Mo Rao's expression, Fu Ying said, "You don't have to feel sorry or pity me."
Mo Rao was stunned. She didn't expect Fu Ying to say this directly.
"If only this can make you treat me better, then I'd rather you not treat me better."
Fu Ying did need Mo Rao, but he needed company and love, not sympathy.
