Mu Xiangwan looked at him, much skinnier, in his wheelchair, and her heart wavered slightly.
As he got closer, he reached out to grab her hand. She instinctively flinched, but feeling it was inappropriate, she let him grasp her hand.
It had been a while since they last met, and Han Wenxuan couldn't take his eyes off of her. He pulled her to sit down next to him and they finally saw eye to eye. He moved closer and said, "I've missed you so much. I was worried you wouldn't come today. I'm relieved you came after all."
Mu Xiangwan gave a small laugh, unsure of what to say, when Han Wenxuan said, "Xiaowan, it breaks my heart when you ignore me. I know the situation has upset you. But I'd rather have you angry with me, yelling at me, instead of avoiding me."
"I—"
"Xiaowan, hit me!" His declaration stopped Mu Xiangwan from explaining, and in a sudden move, he grabbed her hand and guided it towards his own face.
