Nan Zhi and Nan Hao were heading home together in the afternoon. On the way, Nan Hao saw his sister's unhappy expression and wondered what had happened.
"Zhi Zhi, what happened today? You don't look too happy."
Nan Zhi looked up at Nan Hao and then lowered her head. She wanted to say something, but she could not say it directly.
"What's wrong, Zhi Zhi? If there's anything, tell me."
As soon as she was comforted, Nan Zhi could not hold it in anymore and actually cried in Nan Hao's arms.
"Brother, now that my leg is injured, am I useless? Will I never recover in the future? Will everyone look down on me in the future and not like me? Will the teacher not give me any tasks? Will I be a disabled person for the rest of my life? If I have to be a disabled person for the rest of my life, I might as well die."
Nan Zhi cried so hard that the clothes on Nan Hao's chest were wet.
